Muffy, captured on a closeup...my, what green eyes you have!
Many of you know Muffy…my lithe, snarky(complains if I pet her more than 20 seconds) little calico cat. She’s about 8 years old now… a truly finicky eater…when I put down her wet cat food, she sniffs it and waits expectantly for the topping that’s not really good for her…a sprinkle of dry food.
B to the G, watching tv...
She gets it(of course) and will then eat… only a few bites. If I’m home with Muffy on a Saturday, I feed her little spoonfuls all day long…it’s really the only way to get some food into her, because whatever she leaves, Baby Girl, who’s furry body is as solid and round as Muffy’s is long and lean, eats whatever she leaves.
This morning, Muffy gets out. I really try to avoid this, as we have lots of birds around our yard, and Muff is quick as lightning, and moves on little silent feet. But she is fast and can dart around your legs quicker than you can yell, “ Muffy, no!” And all my usual tricks to lure her in are to no avail.
Here, kitty, kitty, kitty......
Usually shaking the dry cat food container will do it, or clicking my nails on a window or calling her name(ok, that almost never works)but none did it this morning…Muffy had birds on the brain. So I chase her around the yard for a while…she coyly lies on her back and rolls around but as soon as I get close….whish…she’s gone.
GET over here...you slippery little...cat
She runs about 10 feet away and commences the seductive come-on sequence…repeat. Finally I give up, because I have to go to work so I can afford to buy you nice cat food, you little….
Meow...let me in...and then clean the window...
I come down later, and sure enough, she’s at the back door, wailing as though I was the one who put her out in the cold(emotionally speaking). Please.
And then… the worst of all, I find feathers in the yard. Muffy, what have you done?
Evidence of Muffy's perfidy....
No lifeless body, so I’m hoping …hoping hoping… this one escaped…. a few feathers lighter, but a wiser bird. Oh, Muffy…I can’t be mad at her, because it’s just what a cat does, you know? And you’re right, I have to be even more careful not to let her out…but, there it is.
