This is kinda a crazy cat lady posting...just so you know up front. I have a big fluffy black cat. He is my shadow. He follows me around....he does not really want to be picked up and loved like his sister, he just wants to be there, close by, keeping an eye on me. I have gotten used to it, so used to it in fact that I forget to look for him and make sure he has followed me back inside.
Night before last I went outside to try to take pictures of the lovely snow, but the results were terrible. Ike followed me out. Stu thought some crazy person left the door open so he closed it. Ike sprinted up the stairs and began Yowling for it to be opened back up.
He sat there waiting for me to come back up the stairs...what a gentleman cat?
Then he was showing so much interest in the snow that I took him out on the fire escape (my backyard) and deposited him in the snow. He really was not too wild about it, and quickly followed me back inside the kitchen. So there you go...some cat stories.
Guess what is getting ready to happen here? It would have happened already, but the weather stinks and I don't want to drive to Kansas City. Bummer. Stu wants to be involved too, so I guess weather permitting we will all head down tomorrow. I will, of course, keep you posted.