Cats I Have Known

At the moment, I am cat-sitting. Olive, the cat, is hiding somewhere in my house, I know not where. She comes out to eat in the middle of the night when she is perfectly sure I am in dreamland. She is a beautiful cat, and I want us to be friends, but so far, no deal. But she hasn't been here even one day as yet. So there is hope.

She's so different from my last cat. Angelique couldn't get enough of me. She drove me nuts because she wanted to be my Siamese twin, but she was not a Siamese cat and I wasn't either, of course.

But I did have a Siamese cat once. I remember standing at the sink washing dishes and Serena with the beautiful blue eyes would climb right up my back. It's better to avoid cat's claws if possible. Olive has been de-clawed, so I don't have to worry about her climbing up my back. Besides, I doubt if she'll ever feel that friendly towards me.

Another cat I owned was named Tootsie. They say cats get more attached to the property owned by their masters than they do to their masters. Tootsie was a good example of that. When we moved to this town, 60 miles south of our native stamping grounds, Tootsie wasn't happy at all. So she left. Ten days later she had found her way back to our new residence. I heard her meowing at the door one day and I was happily shocked to see Tootsie there. But heaven only knows what she had suffered as she tried to get back to her old home and then realizing that she had to come back to the new house. She was like a shell-shocked veteran of a terrible war. I have never known a shell-shocked person, but I have a pretty good idea thanks to Tootsie.

Back at the old place I had a neighbor who owned a cat named Mujer (cat talk for Mother). Mujer wanted to live with us, not with the neighbor, so Mujer was visiting us all the time. Don't for a minute think that cats can't read your thoughts. They can.
One day my youngest daughter was sobbing away on my bed, I have forgotten why, and Mujer was trying to comfort her.
We were amazed! So we decided to test this sympathetic cat. Later, my daughter laid across my bed and pretended to cry her
heart out. Mujer was not moved at all. She was wise to our foolish antics.

I only wish Olive would come out of her hiding place and be my friend today!