Wednesday, December 16, 2015

Are Cats Psychic?

"Cats are kindly masters, just so long as you remember your place."- Paul Gray.
Jazzmine knows I'm leaving for the day. Don't know how, but cats seem tojaz waiting 2 have that sixth sense.  I can pass the front door a dozen times a day to place things in my outgoing stack and she does nothing.
But today is Wednesday – Mom’s day out.  We go out all day: we shop, talk, lunch, shop, talk, happy hour, shop.
Jazzmine seems to know, so today my many trips to the front door are watched with considerable interest.  The little cupboard by the door is my staging area for things to take with me when I leave the apt. The top shelf holds keys, change, hats, outgoing mail (there’s less every year in this digital age); the closed second shelf holds 3 purses, business cards, kitty treats; the open third shelf holds books for the library; large jar for mom to decant some canned peppers, umbrella and the bottom shelf is shoes (I usually take them off when I get home).
This morning, each time I pass the front door, she nearly trips me then jumps up on the coffee table and speaks to remind me that I'm not allowed to leave until she is handed at least 4 treats.  I made the mistake of giving them to her early once, but 30 minutes later when I was actually ready to walk out the door, she demanded more.
Treats doled out, and I’m out the door.  One stop to make on the way - Sneaky Pete's.  One of Mom’s favorite breakfasts (and mine) is a Sneaky Pete's hotdog and a beer for breakfast before heading out for our Wednesday adventure.  Sort of kicks the day off the day as a celebration.
Today, we’ll head straight to the Summit and work our way back to Hoover from there.
Later y’all and cheers.