I have two girls. Actually, I have one son and no daughters. "Huh?" You may ask. The 'girls' are Phoebe and Leah, my feline companions. Rescues both, they may be the most awesome cats in this area. "Why?" You may ask. That's hard to explain, but I'll give it a go:
- They softly meow when they need something. (But, don't all cats?)
- They sleep wherever they have a mind to. ( But, don't all...)
- They play with anything that moves. (But, don't...)
- They take their food out of the dish before eating it. (But,...)
and they use the litter box just as guests arrive.
Phoebe likes to turn off the computer and Leah is known to take off her collar and hide it. (This collar recently turned up in a basket, on a shelf in the winter coat closet that is always closed.) 'The Phoebs' watches EWTN, the Catholic channel with me. 'Lee Lee' knows how to flip the light switch, but not on command. They seem to respond to a few spoken words, such as:
-Treat--- verb) fly into the kitchen, knocking off as many objects as you can.
-No--- verb) do whatever you were doing.
-Move--- verb) go to sleep. -Food---Verb) *see treat*
and Litter Box--- verb) go use this just as guests are arriving.
At the vet's, Phoebe holds onto me like a toddler being dropped at Nursery School. Leah SCREAMS as if the world is ending. They hate their carriers, having their paws touched, kids, new flooring of any kind, dogs barking, their tails being wet, lettuce and my friend who does remarkable rehabilitation work with shelter cats. (I think she tries too hard with P and L.) They aren't afraid of fireworks or the bat that got into the living room. They won't eat food crumbs, but will eat any captured insect, large or small. Ah, My Girls.
"No amount of time can erase the memory of a cat, and no amount of masking tape can ever totally remove fur from your couch."