The CAT This morning I greeted the Sun and began my prayers and my soft gray cat interupted. Doesn't she know this is not her time? I used to like cats when I was a kid. I tamed a wild one once by singing to him, and bringing food...he was my darling. I rescued Suzie. She was in the road next to three siblings tied in a Kroger bag . . . I couldn't pass by and do nothing. So I have a cat because my son and husband became attached. She likes me . . . even though I ignore her She sidles into my prayers, and invades the bathroom when I'm drying my hair) to use the litter box. She jumps onto the bed and positions herself on top of me purring as loud as she can for my attention at 4:30 every morning an hour before the alarm is set. When I open a can for my lunch She acts like I am God. I give her half my tuna. Doesn't she know . . . I'm not a cat person? What's that??? She jumps up onto my chair and positions herself like I'm invisible and I can hear her words . . . I have to agree. While I am not a fan of cats, I have become a "Suzie" person. Problem is . . . the CAT knows it. ~Amber Nvyaosani HOME View My Guestbook Sign My Guestbook