Those of you that know my cat, Zoie, know that she leads a rather plush life and has a low tolerance for most humans except for me. And some days she doesn't tolerate me unless I'm on the sofa with the footrest out just for her. I am taking a few minutes out to check email and all this morning before hustling off to the clinic and I saw her all curled up in the middle of Steve's dining room painting work, like she owns the place. And she really thinks she does.
What a life. She eats when she wants and all that she wants. No one really cares if she gets fat. She sleeps as much or as little as she likes. We keep certain window blinds open for her convenience during the day for her to keep an eye on the neighborhood business because that IS what cats like to do. We even put up a bird feeder, I'm ashamed to say, just ouside of one of them, for her entertainment since she never goes outside. And she loves it and the birds never seem to notice that there is a cat inside that would love to pounce on them!
What a life. But, then of course, with my luck if I were to come back as a cat I would be one of the unlucky ones that comes back as a stray cat that has to hide out in the alleys searching for mice. Maybe I won't put my wish in for that today after all.
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You are so good at this! I need some pointers :)
Love the picture of you in the previous post - very pretty.
I can't believe you got stuck with a truck as your rental car!! What luck. Sounds like you had a good weekend, though.
Love you.
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