One Good Thing

Kitteh Kitteh has gotten awfully lovey-dovey in her old age. At least towards me. She's around 13 years old, an outdoors cat, and all her life she's been one mean bitch. Anyone who tried to pet her, she'd take swipe at. She let you know when she wanted to be loved on and not a second before. And when she did let anyone touch her it was only on the top of the head, between the ears. Now, however, she can't get enough of me. Everyone else she stills hisses and moans at, but me?

I was just out on the porch, trying to enjoy the day. The daffodils are blooming early and they're very pretty. But Kitteh Kitteh don't care! She wants all my love. She sits on the table beside the wicker chair and nudges at my arm with her head until I relent and give that furry old noggin a continuous massage. I don't know what's gotten into her. Maybe she's edging up on death and wants to get in some quality "us" time. It's very sweet. Don't get me wrong. I'd rather be prodded to pet her than scratched. But still, Kitteh Kitteh is weird.