Patricia has been trying to keep the guest bedroom cat-free, in deference to potential allergenic guests. But occasionally she forgets, and Jessica, for whatever perverse feline reason, has decided that it's her favorite room (in fact, her very own room, which we unjustly keep her out of), and lives for the times that the door gets left open.

She's not thrilled to be caught in the act, but on the other hand, she can't be bothered to show much deference to our recognition of her insubordination. She's too mellow and relaxed, and she is, after all, a cat.

Last week our indoor cat ventured outdoors then took shelter from the rain under the steps. She would not come out. I had to get out the drill and remove the screws from 3 of the deck boards to get to her.

Damn cat.

After I got the stairs put back together I went back inside and started to dry the rainwater off the electric drill!

Cat blogging is for Fridays!

Cats happen, Jane.

If you don't want a Cat to do something, you have guaranteed that it will! We have two Cats and they know just how to manipulate us into giving them what they want. IE going on the countertops until one of us actually gets up after exasperting calls to "GET OFF" and then "herding" us towards the food bowl. They actually refuse to drink out of a water bowl and drink only out of a turned on faucet, or a cup of OUR WATER sitting out. The first cat started the faucet trend, and then the second one picked it up.

Cats are very interesting creatures. I think that is why I love 'em so damn much.

The fat cat on the mat may seem to dream
of nice mice that suffice for him or cream
but he free maybe walks in thought
unbowed, proud where loud roared and fought-

His kin, lean and slim or deep in den
in the east feasted on beasts- or tender men!
The parred, dark-starred fleet upon feet
oft soft from aloft leaps on his meat
where woods loom in gloom, far now they be-
fierce and free and tamed is he.

But fat cat on a mat
kept as a pet-
He does not forget!

Peroidically, my cat of 18 years (She passed on last April 5th) would be allowed out to 'graze' on grass. Ocassionally, Jinx would crawl under our neighbors outbuilding if I turned my back for a minute. Needless to say, she did not remove herself upon command. Just two reflective eyes staring back at me from the dark. Blinking and otherwise unmotivated to comply with my directives and swearing.

Usually this episode would play out shortly before I had to be somewhere else. She had her timing down pat.

I learned no 'pasture breaks' unless I had no where to go that day. Naturally, she then stopped doing it. Sigh! Had her since just before I finished Community College and started on my Bachelor's Degree. I finally had her trained properly about a year ago to 'speak' (meow) at me when I came in the room and said "Hello Jinx!" and she was not a talkative cat by any measure. I also had her trained to lay still and let me vaccum he with the vaccum cleaner during shedding season.

I miss my kitty.........