Our cat Tizzie is truly a devout cat. She is pious enough to stay quiet most of the time. As a cat who knows what cats should be like, she sits in her saintly manner often.
But, she another side to her where she prefers to perch herself in a cheeky cat-like way throughout our house.
She gets this adorable, sly grin on her face as she turns away from the camera when I grab it to catch her in action. She’s clever that way.
Sometimes she’s found on the counter appearing as though she’s an ornament or appliance. All plugged in and recharging for her next move – no disrespect to us, just a reminder that she belongs where cats can see out in all directions.
And…a reminder to always to clean the counter before preparing meals. (Duh – we know you cat-haters out there will want to stick your nose up in the air seeing her sit there on the counter…)
Tizzie, when not perched out of sight, high on the cupboard tops, remains close, but far enough away from her sister. She is able to keep tabs on important things in life that way. Like when it is time to be brushed, the arrival of a new shopping bag to discover, where the birds outside the window may have landed, or when feeding time shall begin. She’s clever enough to wait patiently for that – she has come to know her sister’s meows are the main source of food.
Tizzie is particularly attracted to laundry. It must be inspected to see if dirty enough, and if not, she jumps in to add her scent and tufts of fur before washing.
One of her favorite spots each week is where the washed jeans land. Jeans are always air-dried in our house per tradition someone (me) started years ago. Anyhow…in the process, the previously dried jeans are folded neatly and set aside on a table in the bar room while the newly washed jeans are hung on the drying rack.
And then we humans (mostly me and occasionally my husband in our normal midlife, empty nest kind of way) get distracted and wander off to do something else and forget to grab the clean jeans to put them properly away.
Low and behold, Tizzie, finds her saintly cheeky self, cunningly perched right on top of the folded jeans – blending in with the surroundings as if it were her throne. Making sure our clean laundry is scented and her tufts of fur are splattered about. The joke is always on us.