the joy of cats
Tuesday, August 23rd, 2005
One cold night last week Bebe wormed her way under the blankets and slept for a while with her head on my shoulder. When she left there was a strongish smell of kibble, but I didn’t think much of it. It wasn’t until I awoke next morning that I discovered the half-chewed cat biscuit she had left on my clavicle, presumably as a hostess gift.
This morning she was curled up on my lap when Julia aimed a mighty kick at her. Bebe gave a cross mrowl, turned around and bit my belly.
It’s a good thing she’s pretty.
