It has been raining cats here lately, the past couple of days, and it has been glorious. I love rain. I love thunder. I love lightning. I love overcast skies. It is so beautiful to see, to sit and listen to the rain and – even better – to nap while it is raining. The pitter-patter of rain is PERFECT sleeping weather.
While I love rain, my baby apparently does not.
During a particularly enthusiastic downpour last night, my Delali came and got in my lap and nestled herself into the crook of my arm. Now, let me be clear… she hasn’t done this in a long time, since she was much younger. But last night, like in her younger days, she napped, all stretched out with her head curled up on my arm, for an hour solid. I was sitting in a very uncomfortable chair and my butt was completely asleep when she woke up but I wasn’t about to move a muscle. I love it when she is all cuddly like that.
I’m not sure what – besides the rain – has moved her to be more cuddly of late, to be more of a Momma’s baby like she once was. Allow me again to be clear, however… I’m NOT complaining at all! Just today, she has come to me, while I sit at the computer, and helped herself to my lap four times. She nuzzles me, ever-so-lightly licks my chin (her way of giving kisses) and leans her head over on my chest.
I love it.
I love it.
I love it.
Of course, the rain might not have anything to do with it at all. You see, she, being quite the precocious girl, has been very naughty several times in the past week. She almost gave my poor Aunt Jane and my poor Father heart attacks by slipping out of the house and having a five-hour and two-hour, respectively, romp in the wild, wild outdoors. My Aunt really did almost stroke out and she is not yet over the trauma that my girl caused. My Father, bless his heart, sat outside for the entire two hours, in the cold, in the dark, waiting for my child to make her return.
She can be very, very naughty to be sure.
So, she is grounded for quite a long time. I’m not sure that I will let her outdoors again as I want her to be an INSIDE CAT. I do not want her to be an outside cat, although, were I to continue allowing her outside, that is where we would end up.
Does this look like an outside cat to you???
So, she remains inside and is getting more cuddly by the second. Do I believe that she has resigned herself to being an inside cat and is therefore more willing to play the part? No, not hardly. More than likely, she is trying to butter me up enough to allow her outside again. Maybe she can be an outside cat in her next life.
But, I love her anyway, despite the fact that I’m not going to let her outside again. She is a good girl and I love her sassy little spirit.
I also love all the cuddles she has been so generous with lately. Let’s hope they continue and let’s hope that they are given for the right reasons.
Kitty kisses from Delali to all of you!
What greater gift than the love of a cat? ~Charles Dickens