Here is the Icarus cat. As you can see she is helping me write my blog. She knows I do not need these notes. I am going to write about her and she is right there in all her glory. I lay back in my recliner to meditate on life and rest my eyes for a brief moment and she comes out of no where and lands on my chest with her paws on my face. Then she "kneads" my chest. I wake up in the night with her perched on my shoulder. That is a very weird sensation!
Right now I am setting her gripped with terror because I do not know where she is. I do, however, strongly suspect that she is off hunting. Soon the doggie door will snap and she will bound in with (hopefully) a dead bird. Such is not always the case. Sometimes it is a centipede flailing around in her jaws. Sometimes a live bird which she lets go and then tries to catch again. Once it was a snake. I have had a gopher, grasshoppers, mice, something I can only hope was a mole. Not as good as Boots who was an avid hunter and once brought me a Hawk! Do not know whose eyes were bigger that day, mine, Boots' or the Hawk! I do know the cats hunt for my food because they love me and feel they must take care of me. I, in turn, furnish this feline with a place to live, a continual supply of cat food, fresh water, dogs to play with and a pillow in the office window so she can watch the birds at play.
Icarus thinks she is a dog and that is good. She goes out with me to do chores and works in the garden. She wrestles with Elvira and some times Daisy. She runs across the yard and lands on Elvira to get a free ride into the house. Ok, enough about the cat. I am off to do something that I am sure will be in contrary to what she wants me to do, but such is life.
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