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.