Cats are the cure for nearly anything, aren't they?

Peaches is playing nurse. Mommy doesn't feel good because of that silly thing they're calling a *baby* in her tummy. He's making it nearly impossible for her to do the simplest things. Things like sleeping and tying her own shoes are just out of the question. It's gotten so bad, Daddy *gasp* had to feed her yesterday! But Peaches is doing anything to cure this obnoxious ailment.

Knowing it hurts the little alien-like critter in there, she no longer sleeps on Mommy's tummy. However, that doesn't mean she won't let her purrs go unheard. Instead, I find her curled around my head each night. If for some reason the blanket gets kicked off, she's there in an instant to keep my feet warm.

When Mommy is asleep and Daddy gets up to go to work, she tells him in no uncertain terms he's making too much noise. She will follow him wherever he goes, her eyes narrowed to slits. This morning he dropped the shaving cream in the sink, making a sharp clank against the porcelain. Immediately, Peaches meowed at him and hissed just to make her point that much more clear.

When Daddy comes home from work and says hello, you can just *see* the exasperated look on her face. She sighs as if to say 'Visiting hours are nearly over, but I'm allowing you just 5 minutes'.

She also seems to know just what I want or need. I think if she could open the refrigerator door to get me something, she would.

*Contented Sigh* I love having cats...!

Copyright © Jenniffer NifferDollz
December 9, 2000