Peace. It’s that sometimes elusive part of our life that we always seem to pursue, especially if a cat owns you. Don’t get me wrong; I was always appreciative when Smidgen, our double-pawed, black cat, would wake me at six with accu-claw. All those claws digging in at once- who needed an alarm clock? After all, a cat needs her breakfast.
Xenia was more subtle – arias howled in the stairwell to entice me to get up. How can you be gruff when such sweet creatures are in pain because their essential needs are unmet?
Now Clancy J Bümps, AKA the Grey Menace, was very direct. At dinner time, if I was engaged in study, I was rapidly informed that I had committed a grave error by choosing not a cat but a textbook. Graduate work was fine, but at five PM, it was dinner time…or the leg would be shredded.
So peace, with a cat in the house, can be elusive. But after feeding, the kitty is all purrs, and peace reigns, until the next meal time.