Yes, she's still Queen of The Acres.
Yes, she still speaks fluent Catonese fluently.
Yes, she still enjoys the nightlife--raccoon, possum. She sits and watches patiently while they ignore her.
Yes, I still have my three functions: caterer, plumber, lap dog.
Yes, she still enjoys being a living alarm clock. Persistently. Day of the week is irrelevant. Spring Break--yeah, right.
Only one thing has changed. She is obsessed with the stray cat posse.
She and Mama Calico and Kitten Calico (and occasionally the Tiger
Beast) spend their mornings, evenings, and, I assume days, staring each
other down. Whenever they move anywhere, she has to see exactly where
they are going. Plants in the way. No problem. They can be smashed.
And for some strange reason, she loves to tap on the window with her
paw. Is she saying, "Hello, fellow felines," or "Go away, fellow
felines"? Frankly, at three in the morning I don't really care. How can
one little paw sound so much like a jackhammer? And then, for
apparently no reason, she'll climb up in my lap, stretch out to her full
length, and just continue the stare down from there. What will she do
when Mama Calico has her kittens if some of them survive and join the
posse? See, what a soft heart will get you! A cat posse--and you
become the prisoner. At least, they don't know how to tie a noose--do
they?
