Wednesday, October 15, 2008
My Middle Child
Cricket: She pouts, she sulks, she pees on things when she's mad, she asks for affection and then spurns you when she's had enough. She is around 6 years old and is my problem child.
Toeshee is the kitten that gets away with things because he's little and cute. He's the baby of the family. Cody and Billie are the calm, easy going eldest.
I can read Cricket's moods like a book. With her little sighs, exasperated "puffing" sounds and the flick of the crooked tip of her long tail she speaks volumes. She is the tough, "don't mess with me" chic that any woman can't help but admire. The other cats have a healthy respect and maybe even a little fear of her.
She's been hanging around more downstairs with me during the day lately. She naps on the sofa, swats Toeshee if he gets too close and quietly observes me fussing over Billie and going about my chores. I enjoy her quiet company and her intense green eyed gaze. She's not snuggly and she will never like Toeshee, but she's a good kitty.
She's my sleek and shiny Noodlelicious. :)