Well I couldn’t let this competition get away without a cat
post.
"Here I am," Koki says.
Koki is the one around here with the lover eyes when I’m on
the computer in the evenings. She
usually waits a while and looks at me while perched upon the modem and router
combo. It’s warm up there and she’s
small enough to lie there comfortably.
Naptime
Usually she makes her move way before I’m ready and when I’m
right in the middle of a post, or some important email. Sometimes I can coax her onto my lap until I
finish. She wants to head butt me and
nuzzle my face when she looks at me with half-closed eyes. Her dreamy state makes me what to squeeze
her. She knows it and purrs loudly with
contentment.
To jump or not to jump...
She isn’t like this all the time. This is my little daredevil we’re talking
about. She might be tiny weighing in at about
eight pounds, but she’s mighty and will take on anything coming her way. Koki has a stubborn streak too and let’s me
know it.
"I'm Queen of the hill. Watch out."
Now that she’s almost eleven she doesn’t get in near the
trouble she used to, but I can tell the pull of danger is still on her
mind. She walks the banister railing
regularly looking at me to see if I’ll scold her. If I did she’d probably jump for the tile
below, so I know better. She did that in
her younger years and broke two teeth that had to be pulled.
Shower stall fun
She still tries to pull the drainer basket out of the
kitchen sink too. Some of you will
remember my post from a few years ago when I woke up to find the drainer basket
in bed with me – a present from Koki who probably worked most of the night to
get it out of the sink and carry it across the house to the bedroom. I wish I could have caught her in the
act. That picture would have been
priceless.
"I love boxes!"
I’m just glad this little fur ball ended up under my car
that day way back in June of 2005 when she was a wee babe that could fit in the
palm of my hand. She’d been hit by a car
and had a broken jaw. I took her to the
vet and had her fixed up. I’m not sure
she would have been near as lucky if she hadn’t wandered to my house.
"Hmmm...I wonder what's in here."
She became cat number six in my home. My hubby knew I’d never let him take her to
the animal shelter here. Some of my
older cats have passed away since then and I got a new baby two years a go, so
now she’s number two in line around here by age. But Koki and Raven both push Tootie around. She’s the oldest cat and won’t scrap back
with them. I think they’re both
disappointed by that. There’s nothing
like a good old rumble.
"This is one of my baby pictures before they got to know me. Don't I look innocent?"
