We are the proud owners of a new kitty named Fiona. More specifically, the kitty was a gift to Nancy . . I am only responsible for cleaning the cat tray, buying food and cat toys, washing the cat and putting the food out.
Fiona is a very, very sweet Sphinx cat. Her sweet personality radiates from her 102 degree body, which happens to resemble an alien.
Now, that isn’t meant as criticism. In fact, I am very fond of aliens. I actually suspect that I have an alien ancestor . . who disappeared one day in 1832. Probably beamed up somewhere.
I have only two feline concerns:
- I am afraid that one night I am going to wake up and find Fiona using a shortwave radio and speaking in a strange high-pitched voice to someone (thing?)
- I am afraid that one day Fiona will be driving my car and I will be missing.
I was reconciling this in my mind last night, when, all of a sudden, I started awake! There was Fiona sitting next to me in bed, looking at me in her suspicious-alien way! Her ears were bolt upright . . like an alien radio antenna, and she was holding a short-wave radio microphone in her tiny alien paw.