Monday, April 30, 2012
My Cat Thinks she's Rip Van Winkle
I was laying on my bed reading my Kindle yesterday and Grace came up to lay on me like she usually does. I was petting her and trying to read when I kept seeing a long hair out of the corner of my eye. That isn't an odd thing around here because Emma has long hair and it gets everywhere--in the tub, clogs the drains, on our clothes, stuck to towels and rugs. It's just annoyingly everywhere. Ugh.
So, I keep swatting that darn hair out of my vision and poor Grace kept dodging my hand. I think she thought I was gonna smack her. That was one insistent hair, I tell you, it kept coming back, right into my line of vision as I read. And it was super annoying.
I finally stopped reading to catch that darn thing once and for all. That's when I realized that it was Grace's whisker that was in the way--one freakingly long whisker. Like she's been growing it for years, aka Rip Van Winkle. (Well, she does sleep a lot these days.)
So, I say to Grace, "Grace. Dude. What's with the whisker? Why do you have such a weirdo whisker? And why do you have to stick it way out there in the universe so I can't read my book?!"
She just purrs and closes her eyes like she doesn't care. And that makes me laugh.
Grace weighs like 14 ounces these days--can't get a pound to stick on her for the life of me, but she can grow a whisker like no other. What is with that? Maybe all that food is going straight to the whisker. Great. Now I've got a 14 ounce cat with a 10 pound whisker. Criminy.