I don't know if anyone reads this thing. To be honest, I don't really care. You see, it is a labor of love. I am not one to fill out a "grandparent's memory book." To me, that's tedious and they tell what was, not what is. My daily entries give some insight as to why Gigi loves animals. Why they deserve our respect and protection. I want my grandchildren to see that their Gigi loved all creatures (well, I'm still working on snakes) and hopes they will learn to cherish them as well. It is also my love letter to them.
Last night, after a long day of being glued to the television; hoping for answers as to why on Earth there was yet another mass shooting here in this country, I just needed to cuddle with a cat. Boo! was more than willing to oblige. This little creature, who is either running at full speed or sound asleep (nothing in between,) snuggled up with me in my big, comfy chair. I actually had Chance next to me and Eli behind me on the top of my chair. I was content. Based on their purrs, so were they.
When she was well rested and had enough, Boo! simply took off. Literally. She flew through the air, and if I hadn't been watching her, I never would have seen her leave. She is fast. Anyway, she was energized and looking for trouble.
The first thing she did was harass Jack. The poor guy was sound asleep on the couch, with his legs straight out. Boo! just couldn't control herself. I watched as she stood up and bit one of his toes. She then ran so fast she looked like a cartoon character with her legs spinning under her. Jack just sat up and said, "Huh! Who did that? humph - whatever." Then he went back to sleep. I was convulsing with laughter.
Every once in awhile one of the cats will test the ssscat under the Christmas tree. Maybe it's a dare - "It's your turn - go - see if it stills makes that awful sound." Well, it does, and it gets them every time. I do have to admire their tenacity.
As I'm typing, Boo! and Dash are playing Tag. Boo! just made the table on which I am working "base" and slid into my coffee cup. Fortunately my computer was spared most of the wet mess. Anyway, Jack is watching them like it's the Indy 500. The Ragdolls are also observing in fascination. They don't quite get why this game is such a big deal. They would rather curl up on the dining room table and nap.
Poor Fancy is still trying to get his bearings. He hasn't quite decided what to make of our newest addition. I felt so sorry for him the other day when he tripped over one of her plastic balls with a bell inside. It startled him and he jumped straight up into the air, then looked around to see if anyone was watching. He is such a "guy" in that he wants to be cool through adversity. It's just so hard when there's a little gremlin leaving obstacles everywhere.
Boo! is in rare form this morning. While her brother took some time out from playing Tag to get a bite to eat, she was looking for someone else to harass (er, play with her.) First victim - a sleeping Jack. He knew that I knew what she was doing and that I was watching the whole thing. He made a sound like a cross between a moan and a growl - kind of like the sound my husband made when our kids were driving him crazy! Jack looked at me - I gave him the Mama stare - and he moved to the couch instead of eating her.
Then she turned her annoying self (er, attention) to Finn who was asleep on the chair next to me. He bopped her on the head a good one. Dash is done eating and went back to his role as nanny/big brother/playmate to Boo! who has discovered she can get up to the high shelf that has been calling to her. It's going to be a long day.
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