The white dish rag is still alive and well and in charge. Although I think she has a death wish. She, as always, likes to follow me around the house wherever I go. Oh, I know, it's curiosity not endearment. If I'm just sitting by the doorwindows, she wanders off wherever she pleases and does whatever she wants. But if I get up and start to move around, I quickly inherit a white shadow. Her "death wish"? She has the habit of just suddenly "trotting" right in front of me as I walk and then, just as suddenly, flopping on the floor. A living cat rug. Even though, I have on occasion nearly stumbled over her, she is undeterred and continues to "do the flop." If she played in the NBA, she would have been fined a million dollars by now; not that she would pay. It is her world you know. She makes the rules.
She's recovered nicely from her latest surgery, but she looks a little strange with a nearly hairless patch on her stomach. I'm sure it will all grow back soon, and she'll be her perfect, beauteous self again. Not that she now, or ever, has doubted for a moment her good looks.
I am a little worried about her dog-like behavior. Whenever I go outside for awhile and come back in, she greets me at the door, demands that I pet her, and fills me in on everything that happened while I was away. Of course, she swishes her tail not wags it, meows and doesn't bark, but it does seem a little dog-like dependent behavior. I'm sure it's just her cat way of being sure I bow in obeisance and recognize that nothing has changed--she is still the queen of the world.
Her newest form of entertainment is summer related. Now, when I come in from one of my walks, invariably a bug or two comes in with me. And the hunt is on. She loves the chase. Keeps her slim and trim, I'm sure. I find her at times walking around checking out the windows for some additional protein. Who needs a fly swatter when you have an ornery cat around the house. Sorry for the redundancy.
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