I can’t believe I’ve turned into a person who writes about cats, but dang they are hilarious creatures.  Since the mouse in the rain debacle the other night we’ve been insisting she stay in at night. Today she didn’t get out during the day either.  When I got home she started prancing around the back door in the kitchen and it was astonishing how loud she could prance – it sounded like she was stomping around.  I explained to her that she could get eaten and that it just wasn’t going to happen on my watch.   

I ignored her.  I sat down at the dining room table to eat my salad and watch a little TV.  The next thing I know she’s directly in my line of vision, her piercing green eyes glaring at me.  She is very beautiful.   I suppose cat people know about this stuff but I’m really a newbie, or at least out of practice, and cannot believe how something with a brain the size of a pea can look so superior, so intelligent, so holier-than-thou.  And how she can make me feel as if I should have studied a little harder through all my years of schooling so that maybe now I would get it. 

At one point she went and stood in the foyer, so that if someone happened in the front door she’d be in perfect position to scoot out.   Andy won’t be home until 10 p.m.  I didn’t tell her that.  She walked away.

She’ll finally give up, and walk into the bathroom, where she will expect to have the faucet turned on so she can get a drink.  I did not train this cat, blame it on Andy.  Did I ever tell you about my friend Linda’s cat in New York?  That cat did its business in the guest room toilet and when I lived there for a month and used the guest bathroom she protested by doing her business on the rug right in front of the toilet.  No lie. 

Cats.  They just crack me up.  I’ve fended off the allergies by washing my hands and arms using copious amounts of dish detergent whenever I pick her up, and avoid touching my face, and so far so good.  I’m really glad she’s here.  She makes me laugh, and that’s never a bad thing.   She’s incredibly soft and I really do wish I could cuddle her more – I’d turn her into a sweet little cat before she could catch another mouse.   Thankfully the hives thwart that nonsense and she’ll continue to keep our house mouse-free and we wont’ get too attached to each other.