This first post is dedicated to Jeff, whom I have badgered for more posts while not writing a word here. It ain't so easy from this side of the postings! Kudos to you for all your efforts.
I had intended to write a cats-eye-view blog, and still may some days. But Q (my cat), is providing little inspiration for anything other than to feed him, play with him, and change his litter. Lather, rinse, repeat.
Knowing the nature of cats, I am convinced he is deliberately withholding his best jokes and stories to barter for treats somewhere down the line. There are days he can out-cute Shrek's Puss In Boots, but he doesn't really like to have to work that hard. A good story might buy him a whole bag of treats, if he spins it out right. I'll have to wait and see.
So yes, I am a crazy cat lady, and I do believe cats have highly developed IQs which they employ to conspire against all humans. I don't care what the history books say, I am sure cats killed Machiavelli and stole his brain for research into the manipulation of humankind. Or maybe it was the other way around.
In any case, Q makes it clear that my life's purpose is to cater to him. He isn't evil; he just wants what he wants when he wants it. It is entirely natural for me to feel happy granting his every wish. One pathetic whimper paired with two big pleading eyes, and I melt like a Hershey Bar at the beach. (I think it's called a whimper because it makes a wimp of me).
So here I am, a month and some after starting his blog, and this is all I have to show. Aha, but my inspiration has just woken from his nap and wants me to let him outside. Big eyes, whimper. Off he goes to find me a story for the next post!
Hey, a girl can dream.
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