Posted on April 4, 2005 in Cats Moods
I can almost diagnose my moods by observing my cats. It seems to be Boadicea’s job to molest me when I am feeling manic. Fiona comes around and squats on my chest when I am feeling on the low side. Our black cat, Virginia Mew, shows up looking for love when I am feeling in that middle place.
Oh what are Boadicea and Fiona going to do when I find myself more and more in the middle place? Who will love them?