There is nothing better then a nice warm comfy cat curling up in your lap purring as you pet it and it’s claws are kneading into your thighs. There is nothing better then peacefully sleeping in bed dreaming of wonderful things, only to be woken up by your cat clinging to your face in an effort to avoid falling completely on the floor. The best smell in the world as you are relaxing in a bubbly bath is the toxic smell of a litter box placed next to your tub full of puppy snicker bars. But I really think, by far, hands down, the best thing to do at 7PM at night on a 45 degree angle of a back yard hill, is to try and break into your neighbors back yard by bending his wire fence back with the weight of your butt and thighs as you climb over it to retrieve your missing cat who can’t seem to climb back over the fence. The highlight of this experience was handing our beloved cat into the welcoming hands of my boyfriend, all the while my ass was being stabbed by the spiked edges of the above mentioned fence.
I should have known that I was in trouble with this much loved feline, Sasha when she literally fell into our family from a telephone pole. Ok, well maybe she didn’t fall willingly. Maybe she was squirted down with a certain person’s hose but non the less she did fall. My boyfriend often jokes that she was fine until my water hose hit her and she hit the concrete below. He says, “You smacked her stupid. Look at her eyes.” My local fire department had informed me that they don’t actually rescue cats from tree’s or telephone poles. Apparently that’s just a fable. He suggest I just quirt her down. Seemed like a good idea until I saw her body spiraling towards the ground with such force. It wasn’t until she was mid flight–ok fall, that I realized that this might not have been such a good idea.
So I have taken her in to love and hold and cherish and dress her up in all things glittery, cause this is what she wants. At least that’s what Aubry tell’s me, Sasha wants. If there was ever a child that this cat would love, it would be Aubry.
Aubry can sit on this cat, sleep with this cat, dress this cat up in baby doll clothes and carry her about the house as if she was just a stuffed animal. Sasha would love nothing more then to be her cuddly wuddly kitty cat.