Life is different when you are the Only Cat. I like it a lot. In the morning, once I hear the squawk box go off in Mom’s room, I run over. After checking everything out, I jump on the bed and she pets me. I sit down, and then sometimes lie down near her. She’s under the covers, so I am safe. She pets me and gives me scritches. When she’s ready, she gets up and gives me my breakfast and fresh water.
Later, while she eats, I sit nearby on the table. She’s got a towel up there just for me. I’m gonna have to get her to make me a special table quilt.
She has to go day hunting, so she leaves, and I get all the nice sleeping spots to myself. I can sit, or lie, or nap anyplace I want without worrying that somebody is gonna get mad at me. Life is sweet.
I don’t watch for her metal machine to come up the driveway. Gizzy used to do that. When she does come in, I go on over and let her know it’s time to feed me. She doesn’t feed me right away. She takes off her coat, puts her bags away, and turns on the computer. Then she feeds me. I let her know if she takes too long getting my dinner ready.
Sometimes I hang out with her when she makes her own dinner. She lets me smell stuff, but it usually isn’t very interesting. I bet Fiona bun would like the stuff.
I don’t hang around while she eats. I’m off cleaning up and taking a little snooze. When she’s done banging the pots and pans in the kitchen, she’ll go into the sewing room, and I’ll jump on the table to keep her company. You know, she’s lonely since Jasmine has gone to the bridge. Besides, now it’s MY job to quality check all the Gizzy quilts.
Usually I ask for treats after dinner, and since she always gets a little something for herself, she gives me treats too, so that’s really cool. What’s especially nice is that I don’t have to worry about getting shoo’ed out of the kitchen by a bossy cat. Now all the treats are mine.
I don’t sleep on her bed at night. I sleep on my own. Gimme a break, will ya? Rome wasn’t built in a day.
