This is the fountain that Bret and Amanda gave me for Christmas. It is battery operated and sets on the counter by the bathroom sink. It has a few rocks scattered on the base. At one time it had more then a few, but here is the deal...Icarus thinks that this is her personal water fountain. When she pops up there on the counter, which can be any time day or night, I am expected to switch it on so she can lap the water. Like this:
If I am not there quickly enough she will take her delicate little paw and slide a rock over to the side and on to the counter. Then she will take that same little paw and whack it and send it flying across the room. Some times she drops them in the sink and then tries to get them out of there. That makes noise that gets my attention. So my question here is whose Christmas present was this, mine or the cat's?
This is the busiest cat I have every seen. Sometimes when I am in the kitchen I will feel eyes on me. When I look up that cat is invariably hanging down over the top of one of the cupboards watching me. She will stay in that position until I forget she is there and then drop down and land on the counter behind me. That is always good for the old cardiovascular as well as cleanliness in the kitchen.
She reads book!
Helps me with my blog!
Has long talks with Daisy!
And naps with Elvira!
Early in the morning and early in the evening, I go out to do my chores. I am, of course, accompanied by two dogs and a cat that thinks she is a dog. Course lots of time I arrive at the fowl house to find her already waiting for me there. She waits on top of it. She does not seem too alarmed when I explain about the fox. When we come back to the house she runs ahead as the dogs like to ding around. She hides behind a bucket by the gate and leaps out at them as the come trotting by. Never ceases to scare the dickens out of them.
Night time will find her either sleeping on the other side of the bed, or setting in my window if the moon is bright. Have no idea what she is looking at out there, but I do know I sure sleep better with the two dogs in their beds at the bottom of the bed and the cat over there sound asleep. One consolation there is as long as she is there I am confident she is not out some where getting ready to bring me my breakfast of a mouse, centipede or some other of God's creatures to brighten my night time hours.!
Thanks to the Wiccan for giving me a cat that fits so well into my lifestyle!
1 comment:
and funny thing she aint kidding.
Post a Comment