Ever since she’s retired from the CIA, the tiny cat has taken to being weird towards us. Yes, she’s retired from professional spying, but she still continues bizarro behaviors clearly designed to break me and make me confess. Sadly, I’m not sure what she wants to hear. At this point, I would tell her anything, if it meant an end to her walking into rooms and meowing plaintively for no reason or jumping up on the toilet just as I’m settling in to pee or getting in my clean clothes or upending the cooler in the kitchen or throwing everything she can on the ground.
And today, I woke up and found her on new kitty’s corner of the bed.
Poor new kitty, who hasn’t been seen since the dog scared the crap out of her yesterday.
Anyway, I’m glad the Butcher’s home, but who knows what the tiny cat might have in store for him?
All my crazy kitties have at least one quirk: Kisser my black long-hair likes to chew on toilet paper, Gracie (or Gris the CSI cat) likes to cover up everybody’s business that isn’t already covered in the litter boxes, Tuxi likes to still chase her tail even though she’s close to 6, Bev is my Watch Cat and will growl if she hears a strange noise long before I hear it. And my Midnight and Double Stuf, and the other cats are all fixed, but these two like to nightly profess their love for each other in more ways than one in the sunroom and are very vocal about it!