Some things in the world are just meant to be. Ever since I was a tiny tot, I had a deep affection for those purring balls of fur that are known as cats and kitties. As with all cat ladies, my goal was to eventually have twenty-seven cats, but I maerried a man whose is allergic to the felines. Thus I only have the kitties in the books I read and write, and the ones who convinced my friends to be their human slaves.

Rodney: The Crown Prince

Rodney may have been an octagenarian in cat years, but he was still my little baby. In the 10+ years that he was my charming and lovable ward, he amused me in a million ways that I could not begin to describe. Veterenarians always list him as a domestic short hair, but he actually claimed the regal heritage of Himalayan and Persian blood. This heritage helped him to properly lay claims to me by shedding white hair all over my clothes, especially the dark-colored ones.

For all those single girls out there, Rodney enjoyed giving a combination of acupuncture and gratuitous back massages. He enjoyed sleeping in, sleeping on feet, and sleeping on anything someone was trying to work on. In his spare time, he played with any other cat in the area or your feet. He enjoyed dancing with veils, and sometimes got so affectionate that he appeared to be superglued to my ankles if I am in motion or my feet if I am sitting down and my lap was occupied.

Sadly, he passed away in December of 2014. I imagine this is why I sometimes feel like someone is watching me...

Ziggy: Queen of My Prince

Ziggy was a young thing in comparison to Rodney, but she still ruled over him and any other male that dared cross her threshold. I first met Ziggy in 1998 when I moved in with a beautiful blonde. I must confess that Ziggy was a deciding factor for the move. After all, I can't be a crazy cat lady with no cats around. The first night I spent in the apartment, Ziggy was drawn to my charms and snuggled up next to me for a long summer's nap, and thus began the story of our life together. A couple of weeks later, I brought Rodney to our new home and it was love at second sniff (after he got a nice bath).

Ziggy's hobbies included slapping all male cats in the face, setting off allergic reactions in my friends, claiming bags for herself and/or France, and screaming for no real reason. When she really wanted my attention, she tried to trip me or tried to eat any papers or books that are handy. As my scriptures clearly display, she also enjoyed feasting on the words of Christ. She may have finally attained her wish to be the bride of Rodney, since she passed away a few months after him. No more getting her mad at her tiny mom by talking to her on the fun and then being impossible to find, but she may also contribute to that feeling of being watched...