Cat

Thank you for visiting.

Please come again.

"You have to see this,"  I said to Rick, waking him up. It was 3 in the morning and he needed his sleep for his golf game in the morning.

The neighbor's cat yawned at us from "her bed" on my mother-in-law's beautiful, handmade quilt. I could almost hear her say, "Put out the light, I need my beauty sleep."

She's been a regular visitor since we returned from Geneva. She had been locked in when our friend had watered the plants and didn't realize the cat was there. When we opened our door, she greeted us and was in no hurry to leave.

The door to the snore room has an iron gate to keep out thieves, but a narrow passage way for skinny cats.

At least daily she decides to visit. She has a home with a cat door to come and go as she wishes chez elle.

"Let's go out baby," Rick says each time as he leads her to the door. She goes. He stays.

I decided to get into the same bed and read myself back to sleep.

This annoyed her and she left, but she was back the next morning, did her inspection of the flat, flopped on the rug in front of the patio door for a caress and then left the same way she came.