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Oct. 24th, 2007
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theatrical_muse
This morning, I thought I'd lost Neko. Usually, the little girl sleeps in my bed with me and doesn't get up until I do. She loves to burrow under the covers and attack my feet when I move them. Most of the time, I don't move too much. I can't imagine anything worse than accidentally kicking or crushing a sweet little kitten.
Anyway, this morning when I pulled back the covers to take her to breakfast, she wasn't there. See, I'll usually get up and take her into the kitchen with me. I feed her on the kitchen table while I sit there and eat my own food. She seems to like it and I enjoy the company. Every now and then she'll even lick a little butter off my toast. I don't mind it. Can't seem to refuse her anything really.
Right. So I couldn't find her and I panicked immediately. I pulled all the covers off the bed, checked under the bed, checked the bathroom and the kitchen. Checked the living room. Checked the entire house. Every closet and cupboard and everywhere she could have been hiding was searched. By the time I had run out of things to check I was ready to start crying. I had no idea what had happened to my little girl. I was about to call Mr Steiffer to see if perhaps she'd wandered out of the house somehow and made her way across the yard to his house when I heard a little mew coming from the plant on my counter.
For whatever reason, my sweet girl had decided to leave my bed and go sleep inside the pot. When I picked her up and hugged her, I didn't even care that I was getting potting soil all over my chest and face. I was so happy to see her, I couldn't stop kissing her little nose.
I guess venturing out on her own like that means she's growing up and getting more comfortable with her home. But she's still going to eat breakfast with me every morning.
theatrical_museThis morning, I thought I'd lost Neko. Usually, the little girl sleeps in my bed with me and doesn't get up until I do. She loves to burrow under the covers and attack my feet when I move them. Most of the time, I don't move too much. I can't imagine anything worse than accidentally kicking or crushing a sweet little kitten.
Anyway, this morning when I pulled back the covers to take her to breakfast, she wasn't there. See, I'll usually get up and take her into the kitchen with me. I feed her on the kitchen table while I sit there and eat my own food. She seems to like it and I enjoy the company. Every now and then she'll even lick a little butter off my toast. I don't mind it. Can't seem to refuse her anything really.
Right. So I couldn't find her and I panicked immediately. I pulled all the covers off the bed, checked under the bed, checked the bathroom and the kitchen. Checked the living room. Checked the entire house. Every closet and cupboard and everywhere she could have been hiding was searched. By the time I had run out of things to check I was ready to start crying. I had no idea what had happened to my little girl. I was about to call Mr Steiffer to see if perhaps she'd wandered out of the house somehow and made her way across the yard to his house when I heard a little mew coming from the plant on my counter.
For whatever reason, my sweet girl had decided to leave my bed and go sleep inside the pot. When I picked her up and hugged her, I didn't even care that I was getting potting soil all over my chest and face. I was so happy to see her, I couldn't stop kissing her little nose.
I guess venturing out on her own like that means she's growing up and getting more comfortable with her home. But she's still going to eat breakfast with me every morning.
