Petunia

The cat craze has entered the second phase. Phase one… thinking about cats. Phase two… living with cats. My apartment has become mecca for all things feline. I am rocking two litter boxes, three bowls, mice on fishing poles. The fridge is stocked with dozens of cans of Diet Coke and Coke Zero and dozens of cans of skipjack tuna, chicken filets in gravy, and country style turkey giblets as well. The cat schedule has been confusing to half of my readers (my sister) so let me clear that up. Els and C’s cat Petunia is spending the weekend here. Monday afternoon she goes home, and I pick up Roly-Poly at the shelter.

Petunia and I have been getting along really well. I only seem to interest her when I am eating or on the toilet. Today I got out of the shower and she was nowhere to be found. My apartment is small. I looked under the bed, the couch, in the kitchen, behind doors. I found her inside my dresser, rolling in my clothes. Petunia likes to play. I use the fishing rod with the mouse as lure, like I’m fly fishing. She chases the laser too. At night she snuggles right up.