I swear, this cat is magic. If I turn to go one way, she's running ahead of me. Then I turn to go the opposite way, and—guess what?—she's running ahead of me again! How does she do that? When I finally sit down, she magically appears on my lap, and I'm supposed to pet her. It never stops. I so want to show you a photo of her, but I have decided no photos, and I'm sticking to that decision. (Kitty is scowling at the phone in severe disapproval while I'm typing, but at least she's letting me type this morning.)
But it was such a battle getting breakfast this morning, with the dog following me around licking his lips even after I had fed him. And then there was the magic cat business.
If I briefly use the toilet, when I come out, they're both looking at me with great interest: can we come in with you? That's so weird. I guess cat people take it all in stride.
Their peeps are coming home at lunchtime.
Kay
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