She can be distant, and bugs me usually only when she wants something.
I did NOT take this photo in 2005.
I was still married then and she wasn't even a glint in some horny male cat's eyes. That is an incorrect date stamp I can't be bothered to worry about.
She is older now, but no less rambunctious.
She is still playful like a kitten. I have the scratch marks to prove it. She regularly starts WrestleMania matches with my slippered feet.
We often wrestle in bed.
I have recently relented and given her the run of my apartment, letting her do as she pleased. I was worried I would wake up one day to see remnants of my napkins all over the rug.
But that hasn't yet happened. She seems content and responsible now with new-found freedoms.
Her spot for a "cat-nap" is right beside me, under the heat of the floor lamp that illuminates my computer and all that I do.
She is sleeping there now, tuckered out from eating her morning meal and being like Mrs. Kravitz surveying all her domain.
She is the Nosy Parker of the feline world.
The above is scintillating!
In Spanish! Nosy Parker!
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