Welcome to Sunday All Day Brunch. Help yourself to the goodies. This is an open topic thread so sit a spell and let us know what is going on in your life. I thought I’d talk a little bit about my cat Pixie. She is black with gold/green eyes. She has a white spot on her throat, a small one on her chest, and a white “heart” on her tummy. She is adorably cute and knows it.
My first real introduction to Pixie was when she flounced out of my Mom’s bedroom one morning when I went down to get my morning coffee. She has been flouncing around ever since. Pixie has that magical ability to crack people up. She is a little clown. For example when she wants to wash her white spot on her throat she lies in the floor and goes through all sorts of gyrations to lick the spot. Her idea of washing her face however is a quick lick of the paw and wash one side only.
At Mom’s house the dining room chairs became her jungle gym. She would grab hold of the rungs on the bottom of the chair and pull herself from rung to rung and go around the table using the rungs to pull her from chair to chair. She still chases her tail and goes around and around until she is dizzy. I’m not sure what she will do if she ever catches it. She loves watching the squirrels and was glad to find out that there are squirrels here in North Carolina as well as her squirrels in Indiana. She will sit in the window with her tail swishing back and forth like a propeller and chattering away like crazy.
Pixie’s favorite toy is a ratty looking “mouse” that she loves throwing around. She also loves dropping it into Merlin’s water dish to get a drink. Pixie loves toys that she can throw. I will suddenly hear this “crash” and go and check and sure enough something is knocked down on the floor and one of her toys is mysteriously right in the middle of the mess. She does this innocent look that might convince a stranger that she wasn’t responsible but I know better. I’m just not buying her stories of localized earthquakes with epicenters underneath bookcases and tables where things have fallen to the floor.
My little scamp celebrated her birthday on Friday. I made the mistake of buying her a plastic ball that she has been batting all over the place. Me I’m trying to avoid stepping on it and slipping and breaking a leg. That’s my girl. She is cute and loveable and the name Pixie suits her to a T.