There’s never a dull moment living with Lucy. She has many favorite places in a tiny bachelor apartment. No need to travel to be entertained. Instead, she amuses herself in simple little things such as this box. Priceless.
This is one of her many favorite places. Coming home, as I enter the apartment, I speak loud enough “Lucy, I’m home. Where are you?” There she is, ready to play hide and seek. Or maybe, this is one way of telling me that she had the footstool prepared for me to relax my feet.
Have bag, we’ll travel. Not entirely, she is an indoor cat. Any bags that I leave lying on the carpet can quickly become another place to explore. The crunching sound of the paper bag seems to excite her when I start taping around. Lucy goes in circles to find the next place I will tap, and she’s read to tap back.
Paperwork. Does she ever love helping me with my paperwork? Not that she knows how to analyze the bank statements and credit card bills that I torn into pieces, she’s good at burying herself in the bucket of paper and shakes her head for my poor financial habit.
Lucy’s favorite spot is the balcony where she can watch the hummingbirds, crows, and chickadees that torment her. Should the balcony door is closed, she will never stop scratching on the glass that makes the squeaky irritating sound to the ears coupled with her pathetic meowing. To keep her quiet, I let her out. But then again, sometimes I forget that she’s out there.
Oops, I’m sorry Lucy.
Quote Source: Philosopher Cat by Jason Logan (Metro News)