Living pets are famous for adding comfort into a life. My pet is a boarder in my house. She doesn’t belong to me, but to my step grandson. Her name is Katusha. Jet black with yellow eyes and a tail that never sleeps. It amazes me as to how she can keep that tail in a vertical mode and make it curve at the same time.
Katusha was adopted as a kitten and born under the deck of my step-son Freddie to a feral mother seven years ago. Freddie was killed in an accident shortly after, and his son, Gerry, inherited the cat. To make this story longer, my step-grandson, Gerry, and the cat now live with Lovely and me.
The cat has lived indoors the entire time. The only outdoor action she gets is when she sits at a window staring face to face with a squirrel or gazing at the birds feeding at a feeder. Last month when the night time temperatures began to drop, she surprised us by allowing a mouse to enter our living space. This can’t be I told her. You are supposed to keep our home mouse free. After that incident, I began watching her night time behaviour. Lovely has a habit of opening windows and doors to allow fresh air into the house. One evening I noticed the sliding door opening to our deck was cracked open about two inches. At the base of the door she sat in a crouch with her nose aimed, her ears up, radar-eyes wide open at a teensy-tiny hole in the corner of the door. About an hour later I turned from my computer to look at the front door and noticed Katusha sitting at attention and staring at the floor in front of her. I saw something lying there, but didn’t recognize what is was. Curiosity got me out of my chair to investigate. I had to get down on my knees to see it clearly. My eyes focused and by gosh it was a mouse; One of the smallest I have ever seen. It was dead and clearly delivered by Katusha for me to examine.
I have a habit where, when I get up to stretch or move, I say, “I’m changing chairs.” The final chair is the sofa in front of the TV. Within minutes of my plopping into that chair, Katusha arrives to join me. She jumps up, turns 180 degrees, and points her ass right at my face. She wants a back scratch which I give her and then grab her and pull her into my thigh where I can stroke her cheek and neck. We do this for a few minutes before she gets bored and changes position by moving to the far end of the sofa, away from me and settles into the fuzzy throw blanket I keep there for my warmth. She will be my close friend until Gerry comes home from his job. She hears the garage door open and immediately goes to sit at the door to greet him.
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