With all the hoopla and attention to the soon to be newest addition to our family; Sammie Cat has just been being her usual happy cat self. For a cat who NEVER talked at all while Dali was with us, she became a sometimes talker after we lost our Dal. Since then, she is a regular chatterbox. And of course, I talk back.
Not only am I talking back, but any opportunity I get I whisper in her ear that Gaston is good, Gaston is great, and you are going to LOVE GASTON. This is usually happening when we go to bed, wake up, or read and she is on my chest snuggled in to the crook of my neck. I'm counting on my powers of persuasion, and the belief that I know my girl well.
There has never been a man in the mix of our lives. The two-legged varieties never worked out very well for me. Last summer when Mr. Twist was with me, Sammie Cat was with her Uncles John and Mike who love her and she loves them back.
I'm counting on the graciousness of my sweet Sammie Cat and the charm of Monsieur Gaston to mesh and become comfortable together at the Chatette.
There are lots of high places, hiding places, and Sam is fast. I halfway expect to see her observing us from one of the bannisters on high on a regular basis.
In many ways I'm more concerned about her adjusting than Gaston. She's been the queen bee for quite a while now and she will be still. Wish us well!
We are about to have a fuller and richer life!
Happy Sunday to All!