Most families that have a cat are familiar with this: the cat that drinks from a running faucet most likely in the bathroom at their demand. Do you have one? I do and she’s 15 years old. Fourteen and a half years have been used for this purpose every single morning at 5 a.m. and again at 6:30 a.m. In the evening at about 8 p.m. she yells at us as we relax to watch a movie or simply catch up on a project around the home. It is no exageration when I write that she yells. And it begins as she comes out of the bedroom from whereever she’s been napping. It does not stop until one pays her the attention of walking back to the bathroom, mine particularly, and turns on the faucet just enough for a fine stream and leaves. Please leave the light on.
Mind you, this contributes each month to that little postcard that comes in the mail with a perforated edge that is to be submitted with a payment of $….well never mind that but that’s how it’s been for a good portion of my life.
She’s been a good cat. She snuggles with me at night, provides me with a massage at bedtime, purrs me to sleep, catches mice, bugs, and an occasional bird and brings them to me as if I am the most amazing human in her life. But I am. Really! I don’t care too much for having the dead bird inside. Rather I’d prefer she kept these things out of doors. As she has aged, she does not always end the life of her prey so successfully. Hence it is likely that the bird she just brought in is still alive and can fly. And it does. Birds and chipmunks are most difficult to catch.
The important thing is that she is a good companion, has great health for her age and still plays as she always has. She brings constant joy to our family although she has absolutely no use at all for the newest member of our family, our baby boy who is so amused by her.
This photo serves as #4 of 365, taken with the Nikon D50 and who knows what the settings are. I was lucky enough to get this as is.