Up a Creek in Lower Slower Delaware

I had this cat that liked to test gravity. Everything was fair game. She would slowly nudge stuff over the side, watch it fall and find something else to move. We learned to keep things like sugar and spices in very heavy containers. She also did not believe in walking across the floor when there were chairs, tables, counter tops, refrigerators, tops of wall cabinets, and curtail rods to test. And that’s only the kitchen. She never ate on the floor with the rest of the cats and she drank milk out of a cup, never a bowl. If the cup was too small or didn’t have much in it, she would stick her paw in it and lick it off. Needless to say, we didn’t let our cups out of our site. We learned a lot from this cat. She had us well trained. She had eight children, all of which had something strange about them. We still have one—Elvis. He’s a good old boy. He doesn’t believe is overexerting himself so there’s no telling how long he’ll last.

Yeah! I’m a little melancholy today. I think I’ll be hitting the animal shelters soon.