A Cat?

Recently Meri told me that she wanted a cat. We had a long-standing agreement that cats were off-limits because I was allergic to their species. Usually when I am around a cat, my eyes water and if scratched, I break out in hives. Meri argued we needed the cat to chase off the squirrels that have been getting in our attic and tearing up things on our back porch. Two friends out in the country had a beautiful stray cat that needed a home. I was in a weak state and agreed to having a "yard" cat. The next week the cat came to live at our place. She is about 11 months old, is white with black spots and rather small in stature. She crawled up in my lap, purred quietly and beamed those gorgeous blue eyes up at me. She won me over immediately. We call her Sasha because she reminds me of a Russian beauty - pointed ears, cold blue eyes and an irresistible charm. Now she is my cat. She comes when I call her even if she is two yards away. She follows me around the house, sleeps in my chair and loves to have me rub her tummy.

Sasha seems to fill a void I have sensed since my second child moved off to college. I guess I needed something to love, to hold, to be glad to see me in the evening and for me to care for and protect. As for my allergies, I have no problem with Sasha. I am very relieved that I am not allergic to this newest member of the family. The cat is even good for our dog, Vixen. She had slowed down and seemed to lose her ambition. Now she springs out of bed in the morning to see where the cat is and what she is eating. Vixen eats everything that hits the floor so the cat does get more than her share. I think the addition of this cute little cat is good for the old dog - she is acting like a puppy!

I know this cat is good for me. Oh, time to join her on the sofa. Somebody has to rub her tummy and listen to her purr!