There were a lot of sick people in the airport five days ago. We had stayed healthy for Baltimore, which Sam had really needed, still germ-free during our visit with the grandsons thank goodness, but after that last airport and plane filled with coughing people…
Only a bit of fever and cold, nothing too bad. I’m definitely better today than yesterday.
Meantime, we’d met Eve, our grandcat, four and a half years ago when she was still basically a kitten.
While we were in Baltimore, my friend Karen and Richard and I were at Sam’s place when Eve decided to come down and join the party.
We were told she never does that! Never! She stays away from strangers, she’s just not a party animal. But she did, and she let me stroke her soft fur and murmur sweet my-aren’t-you-spinnables at her. Maybe she remembered me?
Sam and I remembered the day she and the other kids had brushed the neighbor’s Persian and I’d spun the fur we retrieved into an 18″ strand, plied it with silk, and made it into a little pin for the very pleased owner of the cat: a 1×2″ knitted rectangle dangling from knitting needles made of toothpicks with pearl beads glued on the ends, ending in a little rolled ball of the yarn. Idea courtesy of Spinoff magazine.
Eve had gotten a haircut for the hot summer, though, other than her tail, so we’ll just have to wait for it to grow back in before we can go all jewelry on her.
But so there she was, seeking/allowing attention from me. A few minutes into it, Sam grinned and passed me a bag of cat treats.
After Eve was too full to really be enticed by them anymore–and we’d startled her by clapping and laughing in the conversation–I caught her rolling her eyes at my requests for one more petpetpet.
Caught her nevertheless giving us the hairy eyeball as she watched us getting ready to leave.
It’s okay, little cat, we want us to come back, too.
