A teenaged cat, that is. Lilu will be a year old in May, but she’s acting like a teenager now, and out of the house most of the time. She scampers into my bedroom every morning, extravagantly snuggly and tracking mud all over my sheets, but otherwise I hardly see her. So yesterday while I was at work, a neighbor turned up to tell Ignatz that Lilu was in their yard, flirting SHAMELESSLY with another neighborhood cat, Eminem, literally flinging herself at his feet (yes, I mean literally – I have seen her do this when she wants a kitty treat from one of her staff, she flings herself down to show off her speckly belly, and her head makes a little thonk sound on the floor, it’s actually kind of alarming). Eminem, says the Helpful Neighbor, is neutered, and clearly at a loss as to how to respond.
Song du jour of the day: Bette Davis Eyes, by Kim Carnes.
Well, at least you know that if one of your kids shoplifts or something, you won’t be kept out of the loop.
Does kitty need a little kitty helmut? I feel for her. I HATE it when I find out the person I’ve been flirting with is neutered.
Oh yeah, my neighbors are great. The neighborhood was half the reason for buying this house. Well, maybe a third of the reason.
I think a helmet would be a very good idea, but I don’t think she’d agree. You should have seen her flip out when I put a collar on her. It was pretty funny. I should have filmed it.
ROFL.