New Year to You!
Can you guys believe it’s already
2004? Let me tell you what a complete klutz Sally was during
One morning she was evidently pivoting off
my impatience plant and the whole thing crashed to the ground.
She also got her paws into my variety of Christmas Cacti,
knocking them over just as they were getting new blooms
on for the holidays. The most recent thing she did, was
knock over an entire vase of roses. This happened as I was
asleep at about 4 a.m.
Herman quickly got up to salvage the roses
and clean up the water. I’m not sure how a ten pound
cat can get into so much trouble. I’ve begun calling
her a “scalawag.” And just so you know, the
origin of that word, according to several sources, is that
of a “playful, devilish nature.” Which sums
Now, mind you, she can be totally adorable
as well. It’s just that she gets into everything.
She’s over a year old now, so she’s totally
grown. She’s a small cat, and because of this, she
will always be a kitten to me.
She also eats dog food. Every morning when
Herman fills Moxie’s dish, Sally is the first one
at the dish wolfing away doggie kibbles. Sam is of course
disdainful of dog food, and although 50% bigger than Sally,
not nearly as mischievous nor awkward. Every time Sally
gets in trouble, Sam looks on with a very disgusted look,
as if to say, “I wouldn’t do that. Hopefully,
she’ll grow out of it.”
But it’s hard to imagine her growing
out of anything, given how much she eats, she doesn’t
seem to gain any weight. Sam, on the other hand, has a permanent
swag bag below his belly. I think it’s hereditary,
because his mom and sister both have similar belly pouches.
Herman’s daughter, Hermenia, has both
the mother and the sister cat. So I’m able to make
I wonder what 2004 will bring for Sally?
Maturity? I doubt it. Again, happy new year and may all
your troubles be as serious as Sally’s.