This week's Alphabe-Thursday ramble courtesy of the CAT.
Not me, though in some circles I am known as Cat (and probably something much less kind in others, but we'll not worry about that for now) ... today I'm speaking of this cat-
Don't let the photo fool you, she's only cute and cuddly when she is sleeping!
Felis catus, known in our home as Sadie, often as that stupid cat!
The cat, I hesitate to say our cat, though my husband insists she is my cat since I was
So, we have Sadie cat, who is not nice by even the most imaginative standards, even after I rescued her from starvation and bitey dogs. The cat who darts in the door at every opportunity, usually tripping me and then scratching my ankles for squishing her delicate kitty toes while trying not to fall, even though she is well aware has been forever banished to life out of doors for her numerous offenses (well, except when it was cold and icy and snowy ... even I am not that cruel), offenses including but not limited to- jumping on the table during dinner and wrestling a piece of pizza from my 8 year olds hands (she really is a crazy cat), using my potted plants as kitty litter boxes, attacking my ankles in the middle of the night, etc., etc., etc. She still manages to sneak in numerous times a day. Once inside she does her best to distract me from whatever task is at hand, demanding instead that I "feed her this minute", no matter that I may have fed her just an hour before. Which explains why the poor starving kitty is now a big, fat cat, she eats as if she is still on the verge of starvation.
And by the way ... if you are in need of a
CAT has become a four-letter word in my house!
I think a cup of catnip tea is in order ... for me, not that cat.