The cute, it burns…
Apr 132011
Mar 182011
I’ve been sitting here on the couch, working on my research paper, for an hour or so.
Duchess has spent the entire time stretched out on the floor, dozing in the kind of comfort that only a cat can achieve.
A few minutes ago, she suddenly woke up, stretched, and ambled over to the window. I thought she was going to go check out the wildlife and see if there were any birds.
But no, she didn’t take up her normal bird-watching stance. For bird-watching she sits directly in front of the window, where she gets a maximum angle on the outside view. Now, she’s sitting off to the side of the window, and looking specifically up the street.
I glanced up at the clock, and then I understood.
It’s about time for The Director to get home. She’s waiting for her boy.
Feb 012011
Saw a bug in the bathroom earlier.
I went back to the living room, where Duchess was relaxing on the couch, and coaxed her to follow me back to the bathroom. As soon as she spotted the bug, she knew what was expected of her. I left her to it and returned to the living room.
About ten minutes later, Duchess came back, and dropped her conquest in the middle of the floor. I petted her and praised her and fussed over her, and now she has no doubt she is The Mighty Hunter, Slayer of Bugs. You should have seen her strutting around, leaping on the bug with great drama and generally showing off. Now she’s back in the bathroom, looking for more bugs.
If only I could teach her to put their little corpses in the trash.