I Taut I Taw a Puddy Tat

Remember Patches, the calico that adopted us last winter? Well, she pretty much rules the household now, except for our twenty-year-old Sugar cat that Patches steers clear of. I thought I'd share the latest about things she likes to do (in no particular order):

1. She chases moths and bugs and eats them.

Good, because she helps keep our patio free of bothersome insects.

2. She sharpens her claws on the furniture.

Bad, I've had to cover the sofas and chairs with throws to keep her from destroying them.

3. She rolls the toilet paper off the roll.

Bad, because she shreds the paper in the process until all that's left are scraps.

4. Before the sun comes up, she pounces on my chest to wake me.

Bad, I prefer to wake slowly, savoring my dreams, instead of being jarred awake by a feline staring me in the eyes, saying "Breakfast time, get up you lazy girl."

5. And lately she's discovered the hummingbird feeders attached to the dining room windows.

Bad, though she can't reach the birds from inside the house, she may remember them when she's outside and try to catch them.

Good, her antics make for some great photos.

So if four out of five of the above are"bad" things, why do I keep Patches?

I have little choice. She tilts her head and talks to me in cat talk. The language may be different, but I know what she's saying. Even though I'm not perfect she loves me. Even though she's not perfect I love her.

And that's enough.

(Thanks to Sylvester and Tweedy Bird for letting me borrow your words.)

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