Suddenly while I'm watching TV, I see a brown blur of highly charged energy stream by -- a vision? She shoots across the room and then shoots back, as if on some magic broomstick.There is no aim to her madness, she just likes the wind in her eyeballs. Or maybe she has fallen prey to some unseen energy force taking up all the warmth on a cold night or coolness within heat. They say cats are aware of things invisible to us.
It really doesn't pose much of a problem when she's in a snit, unless she is springing off your lap to chase a moth. She uses her unclipped claws for momentum. She won't let me clip them, she needs the balance. So it's best to know your little monsters, lovely little monsters that purr when you stroke them. Purr when you read to them, purr when you scratch their necks, or backs or heads.
My little angel puss is about 6 pounds. She is so little next to her sibs, Jake about 17 lbs, and Willa, about 9 lbs.
One day a neighbor from the old country asked me if I had any children, to which I replied no, never. She said "no wonder you love these so much, (nodding towards my baby) if only you had children..."
If only things were that simple. I'll stop here for now. It's too tempting to take the low road...
