MUSINGS FROM THE MIND OF AMANDA

This beautiful creature is Allie…and she deserves shame. So much shame…

For background, we found her in February, shivering in a parking lot, starving and begging for attention. The lady at the number on her collar said she’d given her to someone, who gave her to someone, and that’s all she knew. We advertised. She’s not chipped. What’s a girl to do?

I brought her home. Argued my husband into keeping her. Got her spayed. Gave her brothers and sisters, one of whom adopted her, and treats her like her kitten. Hooked her up with all the cat food (wet and dry) she can stand, and a house with tons of nice, soft places for a tired kitty to sleep…and how does she repay me?

By bolting. Not even every time. I could be prepared for that. But, no, this brat will go days without an escape attempt. Just when you think she’s settled and happy, ZIP! There she goes.

That’s why my neighbors were treated last night to the sight of a large, unhappy lady running around the yard in house shoes, with no makeup, and no…ahem, supporting undergarment, chasing this little heifer around the yard and under the lawn mower. I finally lured her close with wet food and snatched her up to bring inside…at which point, she curled up on my bed with the most perfectly innocent look, as though I was the one who made her go outside.

Shame her and send money for the neighbors’ therapy sessions. I can’t even with this cat.