Cat Calls

Gotcha with that title didn't I? It's no secret that I am a cat person or maybe I should call myself a cat's person. Truly I think I'm only there to serve them; to feed them, provide a squishy lap, or to admire them. Even now as I type this Lulu is on my lap, tapping her tail in irritation, demanding the use of my lap. So what if the laptop was there first. Don't I have my priorities straight. Afterall, I've been gone all day so I must live with the consequences. Whenever I talk to my mom at least part of our conversation centers on Lulu, Claire or her cat Freddy. Mom's cat is a LARGE cat, not fat, but he's a big boy. The other day she said that Freddy kept getting on her lap putting his paws on her chest and meowing into her face. He kept doing this until she realized that his food bowl was empty. Mon Dieu! How did she allow this to happen, an empty bowl. For shame! I can relate, if Claire has an empty bowl she will jump on you and or meow and meow. Now Lulu would just lick you with her sandpaper tongue until you couldn't stand it. She's just much quieter. Ahhhh relief, my lap has been abandoned for bird watching. I now have feeling in my hand again!