Daisy and Frankie

My cat Daisy is jealous--always has been jealous--but now she's
jealous of Frankie--the Reluctant to be Seen Marsupial.  Each
evening, after dark, usually around 9 PM, I take a paper plate
full of kinds of leftovers from the day.  We take turns preparing
the meal--but the plate is topped with fresh fruit and syrup. 
Yeah, he is one extremely spoiled possum. 




Daisy lurks around the door.  She knows there is no cat
smell, so she don't understand what it is that we're feeding,
but she lets her opinion be known--she is wholly against
our feeding anything but and the birds.  If we didn't feed the
birds, her free entertainment would be gone. 




Frankie lives somewhere in our yard.  Not sure where yet,
but he'll come shuffling through the leaves, if we call him
after we take the food out to the feeder, which is almost
too little for his head.  He pulls the entire plate out and has
himself a fine feast.  He does leave the plate under the shelter
of the feeder when its raining, and still manages to lick his
plate clean.




Daisy is OCD  and a clean freak.  I'm a lackadaisical house-
keeper.  She insists on a neat, wrinkle free bed.  There have
times that the top covers were wrinkled and she wouldn't
allow me to go to sleep unless I straightened the entire bed.
Changing the linens, she jumps in the middle of the bed and
purrs up a storm.   She walked so carefully on my desk, that
I swore I wouldn't let her on, that I cleaned 90% of my things
off it and set them in floor beside me.  This is a "working" desk
with dictionaries, rough drafts of my book, Christmas cards,
and other related things on it.  But she gets her way every
time.  How can you say No to a one-eyed cat with end
stage cardiomyopathy?  She rules the house--no doubt
about it.




All for today




Kate Thorn