Aug. 3rd, 2011

mizzmarvel: (mutts - mooch & little pink sock)
During the last six months or so in New York, my cat was sequestered in my bedroom, for the most part, leaving everywhere else feline-free. Here, she's allowed to roam around, which is nice for her, but I've found myself having to relearn some of her adorable habits. Such as:

* waiting in the bathroom as I take my shower so she can stare at me with huge, luminous, horrified eyes when I step out.

* jumping on the counter and ducking her head into the sink just as I'm about to spit out toothpaste.

* leaning in to see whatever could be inside the toilet about a half second before I sit down on it.

* getting into every possible cabinet and drawer she can tease open with her own wee paws (essentially, every cabinet and drawer...when I first moved in, she jumped on the fridge and hid in the cabinet just above it).

* looking perplexed and wondering what it means when Mackenzie yells things like GET OUT OF THERE, SORSHA and DON'T TOUCH THAT, IT'S HOT.

Very early this morning, I awoke to her yowling like she was being tortured, and when I rushed into the living room in a panic, she merely looked puzzled. Either I dreamed it or my cat is performing some sort of psychological experiment on me.


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Could that someone be Mack the Knife?

January 2012


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