Sweetpuss

In my darkest hours at work I get to miss the cat, dang, I miss her fur. We've been bonding lately since I'm all alone in the house for a week. Of course, she has to, I'm her three course Meow Mix dry food provider. I'm the ultimate poo and pee litter digger. She has to be pretty smart to know to rub on my leg, act cute, sleep on my lap and sleep on my bed at night. I provide the hand she can bite on, the ray of flashlight cardio dance she can chase around and give her an enormous sense of what it's like to be a wild kitty hunter; I can push her outside her world -- the outside world being the backyard -- give her a chance to interact with the sun. The poor thing has grown jumpy to anything beyond 2 decibels. I'm so afraid that she might become too fragile if I'm not home most of the day. I always imagined Tila the cat running to greet me once I come home if only her agenda was to refill her now empty food tray.

It's good to feel wanted even by a pet.