Visitors

Miss Katrina came visiting today.

I do not know her story, only that she survived Hurricane Katrina. And she seemed to enjoy her perch on the counter.

: )

Someday, I will have a dog of my own. Maybe. I have never had one, so I really have no idea what I would be getting myself into. When I was very young, my parents used to have a couple of beagles named Pat and Mike (odd names for dogs, in my opinion) that they kept in a pen out back. I do not remember anything about them, other than their names and the fact that they barked a lot.

From the time I was 10 or so on, it was all cats for my family. The best cat of all being our first one, a Siamese named Simon Lou who attacked every friend of mine that ever came to visit — except Patti, and he almost bit her, too, by pretending to be our other cat, Samantha Jane, and acting all friendly.

Simon was so bad that my mom used to keep a squirt bottle filled with water just inside the front door so that visitors would be fully armed as they entered our house. Thankfully, there were no major injuries (nor lawsuits!), but that cat could be plain frightening.

He was cross-eyed and he had a kink in his tail. He was mean enough, he could have survived any kind of disaster.