Boa Cat does not like baggage. Baggage means I am going on a trip without her. She will sit in the suitcase when I am packing. I have taken her with me to stay at a friend’s. She doesn’t like the car much either, but puts up with it.
I am getting ready for work and come downstairs to this: cattop? Lapcat? Laptop topper? It is cold all around my 1930s house, the cold creeps in the edges. We don’t often have night after night in the teens. I am glad to have heat, even with the cold edges.
I left for work after filling the hot water bottle. Mmmmm, warm.
This is Miss Boa Black. I am not sure if she is my pet or I am hers.
My daughter picked a kitten from the pound 15 years ago. A few days later I took my son there and handed him Boa. She was tiny, feather soft, and purred the instant we picked her up. The other cat is gone, but Boa is still here. She is really a one person cat and the person is me. She hates it when I pull suitcases out and lately she has been tucking me in at night. She does love the kids but disapproved strongly when they went off to college and only visit erratically.