That cat is giving me great anxiety problems. I was in a hurry to
take my art entries over to the Art Space. Late as usual, and tripping
over myself. Little did I know that Cleo, "she who reigns" had waltzed out
the door with me. Home I came. after a great exhibit, to cries
of "where is Cleo"? Can't find her anywhere. I tear..one room to anothere. No
Cleo. A faint meow ...where.?..I open the back door to the deck...A
bedraggled Cleo majestically strolls in..Smirking at me...Yes,Virginia,cats smirk when necessary....She had been napping in Lizzie's bed out back. Lizzie was our lovely mutt who passed away last month. Sorely missed..Many tears. Cleo had found comfort in Lizzie's
old bed.on the deck...after all, Cleo was her puppy. Or at least that
was her belief. Who would be the one to tell her otherwise?
Cleo is her very own person..oops..I meant cat... When it's cold
outside..she disappears in to a closet. Remains silent when we call
her. We yell "nip.nip" which is" *Katonovian"* for "catnip". No answer.
But..freddy the Other Cat..male of course, dives into the fragrant
leaves. ..Gotcha..he preens. Then swaggers off to his own domain. The
whole house.all his...he pretends indifference towards me. The Mother
Cat..or is it Grannie Cat? But jumps on the counter,,and waits..Until I
open the can of his choice. He points. I think I'm opening the right
one. Well, he hasn't thrown it back at me ...yet. Where would we be
without our "housemates"? Financially better off of course. Are they
worth it? You betcha.......
*Martian maybe"