I posted a while back that a strange cat appeared on our back patio. Strange as in she didn’t belong to us and hadn’t seen her before. Although, giving it some thought, you could also call her strange as in weird, different, slightly odd. She’d have to be to deliberately choose to hang out at our house.
Her presence sent the Heinous Cat into a full-fledged hissy fit. He didn’t like her one bit. Wasn’t going to tolerate her. He was king of the backyard and no one was messing with it.
Since then, she has adopted us full time. We named her Maizy. She purrs and blinks at me with her lovely little peepers. She rubs all over my kitchen window creating smeary messes that somehow make me smile. And she has the ability to open the patio screen door – which could be a huge problem once the weather finally warms up, but I’ll deal with that later.
For now, this dog-lover is finding that she kind of likes this particular sweet little cat. Maizy is everything the Heinous Cat isn’t – like friendly, loveable, cute, loveable, eager to please, loveable… I think you get the idea.
She even managed to charm him – or as much as he can be charmed. I caught them playing together in the backyard the other day and had to do a double-take. I’m pretty sure Drooley had no idea anyone was home witness his frolicking with the enemy.
Seriously, how could you not be charmed by this face, especially with yellow highlighter on her nose (did I mention she has a little curiosity problem?).
She Who Digs this Cat
