Some 18-plus years ago, this little girl came into our lives and our hearts. Well, mainly Carter's heart to start. Then Jim's all the way. Like I've said before, he's her human. 100 percent.
And since she has never ever liked treats of any kind, how does one spoil her?
For a couple years now, she's enjoyed the luxury of our heated bathroom floor. You can just hear her saying, "Oh this heat feels so good on my old bones."
Recently, the bathroom floor heating system quit working for whatever reason. She's not happy. Every day (er, middle of the night) she still checks it though, making a lot of noise on the way to and from, expressing her displeasure. Sorry, kitty, we just haven't had time to look into it.
Now I come to find out hubby has a different way to warm her up.
Yup. After 18 years as an "inside cat" she's outside soaking up the sun on our swing. Granted, Jim knows not to let her in the grass and get ticks. But she lounges in the sun until she's thoroughly warm and then, by some cat language agreement, he carries her back into the house.
Naturally tonight when he was gone, she stood by the front door (top photo) as if it was time to go outside. I haven't caved yet. I don't trust her to just sit there with me like she does for "Daddy." Of course, if she does scamper away that'd be good blog fodder.
Let's not push it.
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