I am home alone with only the cat for company and she's worse company than usual. But she still deserves equal billing.
As the light changed she moved back indoors. Apparently her boxwood bower is not winterized..
( Glamor shot of Pokie, subdued lightening and all)
The first several winters after Nika moved in, the cat moved into the attic for the winter. She would come down to eat and to do several vaudeville like starts of surprise upon seeing a DOG. This went on for months, several times a day. I'm hungry, feed me, OMG a DOG!
Last winter she moved into our bedroom closet. Happy to have her near we bought her a comfy bed and padded it with a few pieces of our clothes. She came out only to eat and freak, because as you guessed, there was a DOG in the house.
This fall she headed straight for our bed. After several sleepless night (sleepless on our parts) we got a system in place. Place an extra pillow high on the bed, up against the wall and place a worn piece of clothing on it. Here she can curl up quite comfortably and purr v. loudly while cleaning herself seemingly all night long.
But then everything changed. GG put a box on the floor in the dining room. She'd been sorting papers and this is their storage spot. The box came from the Container Store and is reputed to hold up to 200 lbs. of weight on its lid. 200 lbs. and a tiny cat who only moves from the box to eat. She is there when I go to bed at night and there when I get up in the morning.
Tonight I went out after work with a friend and when I got home she met me at the door and stared and stared and stared out into the night waiting, I realized, for the DOG to come in.
No dog in sight, she yowled, waited to be fed and then went back to the box. Excitement over.
That's it folks, that's all I've got. A cat, no hat and a box. It's a glamorous life but somebody has to lead it.