We have the world's cutest cat…
Mathilda, who is now an adorable 7 months old.
She just DRIPS with personality,
and definitely fits into
the tenor of our household
(which consists of my daughter Niki and Moi).
You think I am exaggerating—
everyone brags about their kids and pets (yawn).
Well, she has some quirks
that can only be explained
as her absorbing my goddess rays
and other unusual wave lengths
in our household.
MATHILDA IS A BAG LADY
Target is her preferred store—
and please note that her Target enclosure
is politically correct
(no evil plastic for THIS environmental feline).
MATHILDA ADORES BOXES
as well as the fun wrapping paper.
She creates endless varieties
of enclosures, hidey holes
and throne rooms
for her stalking and sitting pleasure.
MATHILDA IS A CREEPY STALKER
and just who is she stalking?
That would be ME, in the privacy of my privy,
which somehow is private no more.
She cannot abide a door closing her out,
especially a bathroom door.
MATHILDA CURLS UP WITH A GOOD BOOK
She joins me at the end of my day,
propped up with my latest book.
The book, no matter how wonderful,
eventually puts her—and me—to sleep.
And so the book (and cat)
tumble to the floor—
all a part of our nighttime ritual.
That Mathilda—
she knocks things over,
tears around on some crazed mission,
imposes her furry self everywhere
(including the bathroom door),
completely
rules the house….
and our hearts.
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