Cat

We were going to write some more about Mz. Virginia's past pets today, but she has received a phone call, so I believe I will write about her present pet, a cat named Sassy~who we call Cat.

Right now, Cat is curled up in the chair with her bottom pressed firmly against Mz. Virginia. She is staring at me from half closed blue eyes. Mz. Virginia says she watches every morning for either mine or Rebecca's appearance. If we are a wee bit late, she seems to know it. As a matter of fact, Cat seems to know exactly what the schedule in this house. When Rick gets up in the morning, she insists that Mz. Virginia wake up, too, making her desires known by butting her head up against her mistress as if to say, "Get up! Get up!" She loves to be with Mz. Virginia all of the time and will even jump on her walker and ride to the bathroom or the bedroom when a trip is necessary.

Cat definitely has a queenly air about her, but she is a good and benevolent queen. She rarely grows angry with me...but she does not like it when I drag out the vacuum cleaner or a broom. When she sees either of these, she darts off into the bedroom, and I am liable to find her peeking out at me from behind Rick's bed, her clear eyes narrowed at me as if to say, How DARE you!

Cat isn't very demanding, but she does like the food in her cat bowl to be mounded up just so, and she especially likes Rebecca to do this task for her. But if Rebecca has been gone for a couple of days, she will deign to consult me, switching her tail, rubbing up against my legs, and letting out a plaintive meow. Just having food in the bowl is not enough. It MUST be mounded so that she can take her paw and scrape it onto the floor before she eats it.

Cat has very few vices, but one is that she likes to eat plastic. Plastic does not like her however ,and we will often find a mess. We won't gross you out with the details, we will let your imagination do that work for us.

I believe Cat and I would be very good friends if I weren't allergic to cats. Since this house has mostly hard floors, I don't have much of a problem here, except for when I dust or sweep. But no matter how temptingly soft Cat's fur looks, I cannot pet her or my hands will swell up and God help me if I touch my eye after touching her. Cat seems to understand though, and so we just admire one another from afar.

Mz. Virginia says that Denny's son, David, gave Sassy to her, and Mz. Virginia says, "I don't ever need another gift...it's my Christmas, Fourth of July, birthday and everything." After spending time with this lovely animal, I can certainly see why she would feel this way.