The
white ghost continues to increase her influence over the world of Iten's
Acres. Since Mom has been spending her nights sleeping in the recliner
rather than her bed, Homesteader has made two adjustments. First,
since Mom appears to need a living comforter, she spends a lot of time
each evening curled up in Mom's lap. Several times a night when I go in
to check on Mom, she has this living
white blanket stretched out on the real blankets. If Mom happens to
stir, Homesteader has developed a gentle version of the head butt, I
guess, letting Mom know she's still there. And that women rule, of
course. (Side note: the head butt is really rather ridiculous, don't
you think? Even with helmets on. Grown men do some rather stupid
things at times. Too many times to be honest.) Homesteader's second
adjustment is the obvious one. Since Mom is no longer using her bed,
somebody has to keep it warm. She has used her mathematical skills to
find the exact center of the bed for her lounging purposes. Cats and
sleep are quite attracted to one another. Especially if you throw in
sunlight.
She has also become a frequent denizen of the upstairs
room. It's basically an attic filled with odds and ends. I couldn't
even tell you what all is lying around up there. But she loves it.
Lots of places to hide for sneak attacks if the old man of the house
wanders by. Lots of soft places to continue her sleep studies. I'm
sure the paper will be out any day now. She has also developed an
utterly bizarre behavior. When I'm up there rummaging around, she'll
race as fast as she can from one end of the room to the other, and then
come up and demand that I pet her. Every time such an action leads to
an "electric shock" on her nose. I can see her flinch knowing it's
coming, but she does it over and over again. Weird, demented creature.
And she's still trying to hone her now non-existent claws on everything
from the door jambs to the leather furniture. Instinct? Sounds better
than mentally deficient, I suppose.
I seem to remember when Brad
and Ben were young tykes that there was this cartoon called something
like "Binky and the Brain," "Pinky and the Brain." Something like
that--where this erudite rodent was always trying to take over the world
and ended up being rescued from utter disaster by his brain dead mousey
counterpart. I think someone must be developing an updated version
using cats instead of mice. Homesteader appears to be auditioning for
both parts.
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