Have you missed my cats?
I felt a little like the witch in “Hansel and Gretel” watching my cat crawl into our stock pot to lick out bits of rice and chicken curry flavor. Except I had no intention of really cookiing her – she’s still far too skinny…
Don’t worry, I’ve since sterilized the pot so that I can use it to boil fresh corn from the local stands! And for Cincinnati Chili when the weather cools down. Isis was very pleased after eating a little human food.
Phoebe has now officially been with us for over a year, and still amuses and annoys us daily. She loves to play with fake mice and to tear off their tails, and bites their faces until the inside (probably toxic) filler is exposed and we have to throw them away. She hides them all over the place and will carry on with a pathetic, in-distress meowing until we toss one for her to chase. Also, in a previous life, she was a meerkat.
She’s also just tall enough to put her soft, adorable little declawed paws on the dining room table while standing on the floor. She did that for the first time when we had a confiscated mouse (with its neck cracked open) sitting on a napkin in the middle of the table. She was trying so hard to get it wihout actually getting on the table, since she knows that she’ll be swiftly swept off or sprayed with a water bottle, that we threw it away before taking a photo of the nearly deapitated orange mouse. Maybe we should start saving them in a jar (hidden in a cabinet, of course) to use for fun around Halloween…
