It's a Cat's Life

I grew up as a dog person. We got our first dog when I was in 2nd or 3rd grade, and with the exception of the two years that Jim and I lived in Gainesville in a very un-dog-friendly apartment complex, we've had a dog ever since. So it's a come as a huge surprise to most people that know me to find that I'm becoming a cat person now. I never thought I'd want to or like having a cat, but since we've had Mia, I've come not only to adore her, but to enjoy the amusement she brings to our lives every day. She's hysterical - the way she begs for food at the table when we're eating (guess she learned that one from Molly) or waits for a scrap of lunch meat when I'm making Erin's lunch each day (another thing she's learned from Molly), how she climbs on Jim's left shoulder (always the left, NEVER the right) and licks a spot on the back of his head (what's up with that?), or the way she likes to curl up in the bathroom sinks. She's just a funny puss. But I have to admit, she has a great life. And I think if I come back for another go-around at life, I'd like to come back as a cat so this could be my day...

Curl up in the comfy living room chair for a nice, long nap. Wake briefly from the nap to give myself a bath. First I'll start by rubbing my eyes.

Then I'll move on to licking my side.

 

Then I'll spend a little time on my back leg.

When I realize that I'm being observed, I'll attempt a look of utter contempt.

And finally I'll give up on the bath thing and curl up in a tight ball, ready for nap #312.

Doesn't that seem like a wonderful life? I thought so.

Oh, and because it's Monday, here's my submission for Macro Monday! I found another little bunch of these out by our front door, and caught them with the sun shining on them.