I've got a little case of writer's block ...and "block" is certainly the perfect word for what's happening in my brain today. Thoughts and ideas are just roiling around in my head but they're not quite able to get to my fingers and then to the keyboard, not yet. So I'm going to go outside in the garden and think some more, but in the meantime I'd like you to meet Fae.*
At perhaps 4 or 5 pounds, Fae is our tiniest cat, and littermate to Oona and Desmond. She is very shy, and stays mostly upstairs, out of the way of the rowdy boy cats. But she charms us mercilessly when we venture into her domain - trotting around, tail up, demanding to be petted on the bed...no, no, on the bathmat...no! on the papsan chair! She likes it when we follow her around, longing for her attention. And, as is only appropriate, we feel blessed when Fae deigns to sit on our laps.
Fae knows that when Mike is home in the morning making coffee, it is Saturday and she'll come downstairs, braving the other cats for a smidgen of half-n-half. She sasses us if we dare forget.
likes: half-n-half, tuna, laser pointer games in the basement, bossing around the big male human servant, sleeping in the window sill, microfleece blankets
dislikes: strangers, rowdy boy cats, interruptions while getting petted
* not the hurricane that the media hoped for but wasn't