Running Chick

Josh is out of town this week visiting his family in Georgia and I’m baby kitty sitting this one:

This is Scout, she belongs to Josh. She’s about 6 years old, the shape of a football and the epitome of a typical aloof cat.  She doesn’t mind being in the same room with you, but don’t bother trying to share a couch with her. She’ll tolerate you petting or holding her for approximately 8 seconds before she turns into a squirming, complaining ball of fur. Precocious.

The first thing she did was eat all of Spencer’s food.

Then she traipsed around on the kitchen counters.

And when Spencer tried to make friends with her

She waved her claws at him.

Spencer: *sigh*

She does tolerate me chasing her around with the camera much better than Spencer does.

So, I guess she's got that going for her.

I got a card from the folks at the Copper Country Vet Clinic the other day and they included this poem that was a poignant reminder of the little black kitten that I found on the side of the road all those years ago.

I Loved You Best

I will go on, I'll find the strength,
life measures quality, not its length.
One long embrace before you leave,
share one last look, before I grieve.

There are others, that much is true,
but they be they, and they aren't you.
And I, fair, impartial, or so I thought,
will remember well all you've taught.

Your place I'll hold, you will be missed,
the fur I stroked, the nose I kissed.
And as you journey to your final rest,
take with you this...I loved you best.