This is Miss Molly on the left - a big girl of very little talent, but nice to have around. Next to her you see her sister, Miss Murphy, perhaps the best watchcat in the South. She can most times be found looking out the window - on guard duty - and will growl whenever a stranger appears in her yard. They came to me via the local Cat Shelter. And I affectionately call them "My Girls".Having been brought up from kittenhood, by an adult, they DO NOT play. When visitors are here and try to entice them with a piece of string or some other cat-related play object, they just look at the stranger with disdain. I often wonder how any living, breathing thing can require as much sleep as these two girls seem to need...or perhaps it's just jealousy on my part, since I never seem to get enough sleep.
I am definitely a cat person. I set great store by independence, both in myself and those around me. A dog requires too much of people, besides which he must be housebroken...now I didn't have a great deal of luck "housebreaking" my children....Why would I want to repeat that ordeal? A dog also seems not to care that he arrives on the doorstep, after rolling in some obscene matter he's found in the woods, expecting you to greet him with open arms and admit him into to your house.
A cat, on the other hand, expects clean surroundings, takes care of the twice daily bath - or more if they are particularly meticulous - and is born knowing that hardwood floors are not appropriate places for performing natural bodily functions. Of course, with this independence come a few problems. Since the girls seem to be as hard-headed about what they want as their "mother", they bear watching. They will obey my orders...as long as I am watching! But then, I'm at school for about 9 hours every day. Who knows what goes on while I'm gone...wild parties?...friends over to watch tv?...
No, I'm sure it's just more sleeping and munching. I'm just glad that the girls deign to let me live in their house.
"If you find a sunbeam, share the warmth."
