In honor of
the Humane Society of the United States I thought I'd give a shout-out to my
cat Feldspar. He's awesome in his own superior way; he's a rescue cat. I
"adopted" him from a shelter about five years ago. When I got him he was quick to make it clear
that I'd done him no favors-it was my good fortune to have him come home to
live with me.
From his
first steps through my humble abode he let me know through a long series of
squints that he was totally underwhelmed. But, as it turns out, the sunny spot
on the couch meets with his approval, and so I can no longer sit there. That's
where he spends his days, ALL DAY, until the sun goes down-only then will he stoop
so low as to find me and sit on my lap.
I'm resigned to the fact that I'm nothing but a big heating pad that
runs at a constant 98.7 degrees.
If Feldspar
understood English I'd ask him, "Is my lap warming you? Or are you warming my
lap?" I think that might just take him down a notch.
