Living with a cat is a new
experience for me. To start out with, she was a foster cat until her owner got
well, but her owner passed away, and by then I had fallen in love with her. She
is so much company, and I truly enjoy her, however she has a couple flaws, 0ne
is that she has an extremely willful personality. Meaning it will be her way or
no way at all. For one thing she insists on sleeping on my bed, which is fine
with me, if she would find her own spot and stay in it. I don’t think it is ever
going to happen. She has learned that if she gets next to the touch-tone bedside
lamp it will automatically come on. Not a good thing at two in the morning. If
I turn off the lamp she will wait about ten minutes and then start nibbling on
my toes.
It works like a charm; I jump
sky high and land on my feet. She takes off for dear life, and I slam the door
shut and go back to bed. She waits until I am back to sleep and begins her
night time serenade. Meow, meow, meow, meow. meow. I ignore it and then she starts jumping
against the door. I also ignore that until she gives up and goes to sleep. This
morning the same routine started and I heard her jumping against the door, but fell
asleep anyway until I felt her jump on the bed. I’m sure I looked like a deer
caught in the headlights. I was instantly wide awake asking myself how she
could possibly get through that closed door. I got up and looked, she had managed to turn
the knob and it came open. By now it’s 3:15 AM
so I stayed up and she won again. Cat for sale!!! Oh not really. I still like
her. Maybe ‘love’ is a little too strong
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| Sassy LeMassey |
