Let me tell you a little about Brenda…the cat.
She is all cat. She will catch anything that moves, and dispose of it … without playing with it.
She knows where the evaporated milk is, and will lead me to it, stopping repeatedly to make sure I’m following. If I stop, she will come and get me. She will cry for her evaporated milk, and if I don’t answer forthwith, she will holler. She will climb the refrigerator shelves to try to get it herself.
She can open doors.
She wants what she wants, and is completely selfish about it, screaming until she gets it.
She is possibly the rudest animal I’ve ever encountered. You may not have a conversation without the cat loudly inserting herself into it for attention.
And yet, she is one of the most affectionate animals I’ve ever come across.
She is one of the most frustrating animals I’ve ever met.
And yet, she is one of the most sensitive and loyal animals I’ve ever met. My son was violently sick a few days ago. The cat, laying down on her belly in the door way, cried. After that, she would not leave his side.
And when she’s like this, I have to spoil her even more than I already have…
Isn’t she precious?
Ahhh, my darling Brenda. She is part nemesis, part loving child, and all cat. She’s thoroughly spoiled, and that’s my fault. I spoil her because, at the end of the day, she’s worthy of being spoiled. If you don’t believe me … just ask the cat.
Hmmmm…I think, tonight, I’ll poach up some fresh boneless chicken for her.