Cats

One time a man saw one of my enlargements of my cat Lily. She had jumped into a brown grocery bag. The bag fell on its side crunching to an unusual angle; her head and paws stuck out. The man said, “I like your photo of the cat. Would you be able to come to my house and stuff my cat in a bag like that?” I laughed. “You must not know much about cats,” I said, “You can’t force a cat to do anything!” That’s one of the things I love about cats. Their train their owners. Currently, we have a tabby named Abby. Her name should be Houdini. We have made our whole backyard cat proof. It has a ten-foot wire fence, a camera, overhangs so she cannot go over the top. You name it! She still gets out and sashays to our front door and meows to get let in as if to remind us, “I am a cat! I can always find a way to escape!”