Coming in the Door

Posted on December 26, 2002 in Cats

Coming in the door, I caught myself. “Hi Handsome!” I almost called out. Earlier, when Tracy came to knead on my chest, I called her Ambrose. Sometimes, when I feel I could stand a little cat company, I begin to call him.

Virginia Mew seems to be undergoing a sea change. She comes into the bedroom while I sleep and mews at me to wake up. If I have left a hand out, she gently bites a finger. She won’t climb on my chest or cuddle like Ambrose does, but she spent part of the night with us.