Cat in my House

A few musings on life with "the enemy"...

As I was approaching my third birthday over the winter, my human lady brought home one of those strange feline beings. While I have seen (and on occasion even sniffed) a few of these creatures while out and about, I was alarmed by the idea of cohabitating with one. But the human lady explained that he was the "Cat of the Month" in December at the Bloomington Animal Shelter (which apparently doesn't bode well for a good January, if you're said cat.)

My human lady calls him Stan and seems to delight in saying our names together -- "Stan & Ollie." He has blue eyes and a smoky coloring. The human seems to be under the impression that he hails, at least in part, from Siam.

Although the vet estimates his age at two years, Stan is a small thing, weighing in at only eight pounds. Even so, he is lightning fast in a footrace and I suspect he has extra joints in his skeleton that allow him to spin around corners. He also has an uncanny ability to climb to unreasonable heights with only the aid of everyday furnishings and shelving.

In spite of my best efforts to chase him from the homestead, alas he has taken a liking to me. He often greets me upon waking by rubbing his juggish head on my spectacular nose. His kind must consider it a sign of respect, and so I allow it. He also seems to enjoy playing a game whereby the goal is to dart completely under my belly while I'm standing still, unawares of my own participation in his antics. More vexing is his fascination with my frilly leg hairs, at which he will often swat when they catch his notice.

I must admit, I revel in sticking my head inside his domed plastic hut, which the human lady keeps filled with sand that smells like flowers. I will sometimes even unearth a morsel from deep in the sand, if the human lady hasn't already scooped and discarded the treasure.

To my everlasting shame, I have allowed this odd little man into my home and now, after only a few months, have learned to treat him kindly in spite of his illogical behavior and questionable background. I am, after all, the most benevolent of dogs.