The joy of our life, our 'petit bébe', is actually a 10-year-old grand old lady, called Lili. Even though she is visibly getting older and sleeps practically all day long, she still sometimes behaves like a little brat, running around the flat like a lunatic and attacking our feet.
I met this fascinating creature three years ago when I came to this village and met also Mon Cheri. At first she was rather haughty and distant, maybe even jealous that there was another female in the house and she had to share 'her man', but after a while she became 'my cat' (well I'm the one who feeds her and gives most of the cuddles).
She can be quite a poser (when she feels like it).
We don't go away very often, but when we do, she is not terribly supportive.
It is good fun to observe Lili's antiques (although I am sure we are being watched more carefully!). She loves to smell our sweaty sandals (yuck!) and roll around with them. Actually she does that with all the shoes. Can a cat have a shoe fetish?
And in absence of a scratching post she has chosen one by herself. Mon Cheri is not content because he built that table himself. But the good thing is he can also fix it then! Shame though.
What are you looking at? It's my house and I'll do what I want.
What is it with cats and boxes? As soon as there is one in sight, Lili will be on it, in it, you name it. Sometimes I give her a box just so she can have fun ripping it to shreds and playing with it. She doesn't get to go outside (never has) unless under close observation, so she must get bored, the poor thing. Even on our little street the cars and scooters drive by too fast and dogs prowl free, so we don't dare to let her out alone.
Every night after our dinner, she jumps on the sofa between us (the final goal being a lap, of course!), waiting for the cuddles. At winter time she is a very welcome extra source of heat which I love to have on my lap and she obliges, without a fault.
She's not reaching for the remote control but doing some sort of stretching or similar.
Playing hide and seek.
Yet another box. This one is for the winter with its thick fur-lining.
It's amazing how much joy, laughter and love she brings into our lives, this little furball. We're lucky to have her!
I have always been a cat-person and it's also always been my favourite animal. As a toddler I pretended to be one and shared their meals on the floor much like in this fashion↴.
Nowadays I eat from my own plate but the love remains.
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