by LifebyLisa

Created on: May 21, 2010

Our cat has long been known to have more human traits than most.  From the early days of my dating HER MAN, she has been quite articulate with her thoughts.  She became accustomed to the ritual that came from joint custody of my children.  She seemed very aware of when Tuesday nights came around, knowing full well that she would again have Jonathan all to herself.  I remember the glare I would get from her reminding me that she was merely tolerating me, and knew I'd soon be gone, out of her way once more. 

Every morning, she waits for me at the door.  She's learned from my failings in the past, that I require more monitoring than her other staff members.  On occasion, she has begun strutting down the hall trying to lead me to her food dish, only to find I had stopped abruptly to look in on the boys, possibly throw a load of laundry from washer to dryer. Because of the errors of my ways, she now takes a few steps, stops, and looks back to make sure i am following in step.

Another error on our parts has been letting her outside, and not being courteous enough to wait by the door for her return.  That is usually followed with an atrocious streams of meowing, until we FINALLY determine where the sound is coming from, which usually isn't before we've turned the house upside down with our youthful search and rescue team.

Just as we have learned from her, she has learned from our behavior as well.  One son has a favorite game of trying to get Mouzer to hide in the blanket.  One day after he tired from his game, leaving her curled up on the blanket napping, I walked in to find her trying her best to replicate this feat without his assistance with holding the edge of the blanket up for her to maneuver her way into her new found cave.  She also has learned from the other pets in the house.  Quite frequently we find her basking like a reptile or chasing her tail like the dog.  She also is a wonderful monitor when the boys are surfing the web as well as joining in on my writing sessions. 

We've now had eight years of learning the language of the high priestess in our house.  She has learned to tolerate me now that I have supplied her with three additional staff members.   She's come to accept my presence in HER castle, as long as I remember that the universe revolves around her.  Occasionally she even drops her guard, choosing to spend quality time with me.  She seems to have decided to share her main man, in exchange for the attention she can get from the other three males in the house.

Oh no, the high priestess is beckoning me now to refill her food dish, and change the water that has been sitting for at least two hours.

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