Cats will be Cats

TIme for a post about my precious Cats—Mia and Batman. Today as I sat primping, brushing teeth, going to the bathroom, they just like to be near. They show a benign fascination with any movement—the toilet flushing, teeth brushing, the shower. Every time its as if they are saying “Come and see—let’s rush over there and look at---the turd moving down the toilet.” Today they were very interested in the noises my almost empty lotion bottle was making as I squished out its last drops. They are both rescue animals from the streets. Mia is our calico—very much a dainty lady, who talks back with a very offended meow when we asked her to leave the room or get off the table. She also does tricks—she sits, turns around, shakes, and dances. Batman on the other hand is our more mentally challenged animal. He has some motor development issues and is called our “precious little retard” by our vet. He loves to purr and is very loving and affectionate—almost more aware of the fact that we really did rescue him from most certain death on the streets. When we found him he was an emaciated 1.5 lb. ball of fur just begging for someone to pick him up. Mia escapes to the outside about once a day to visit her boyfriend, Nasty Cat. He is an orange striped tabby who has one eye and half a tail. Although Mia is “fixed” we do wonder what they find to do, but he does seem interested in her.