Definitely a Cat

We've been cat-sitting elGee since December 22, 2007.    I remember well that very first week when she hid under our bed.

She still loves to take naps under the bed.  She also find solitude there when the grandchildren are around or if anybody dares ring our doorbell.  As a matter of fact, she runs and hides there if she even hears a car on our front drive.

In the evenings she plays some kind of feline game I call "wishy-washy naps."  She chooses my lap to be her kneading source, and then cuddles in for a snooze.  For no apparent reason she will wake up and jump across furniture to repeat the process with my husband. Back and forth.  About every 15 minutes.

ElGee is wishy-washy with her solitary naps, too.  Except she chooses one for 8 to 10 days.  One week I will find her in the rocking chair.  Then another week she is napping on a dresser in the guest bedroom... the window in the computer office ... the captains chair at the dining room table.   I have discouraged her from opening my linen cupboard... for now.  This week she has been napping under the coffee table.

That is where she was on Thursday when my husband got home.  He walked through the garage door which is right next to where my personal computer sits.  After removing his coat, he started to tell me about an experience from his day.  He is notorious for not being able to stand still while talking and as expected, he began to pace the edge of the coffee table.  I turned my chair to give him my attention and became aware that he also had elGee's.

She peaked over the edge and then jumped on to the table.  With her tail flying like a flag, she followed him along the edge of the table  -- back and forth.  Each time he stopped to turn around, she would  stand on her hind legs and push towards him for an affectionate rub.  But, because he had already moved ahead, she only brushed against open air. Back and forth the two of them paced with elGee appearing to become more obsessed with him by the moment, and he appearing oblivious.

I couldn't take it anymore and I yelled, "For Pete's sake! Will you pet the darn cat?"

He stopped abruptly and looked down.  ElGee took the opportunity to complete an aggressive thrust for a full body rub against his knee.

We laughed hysterically as he picked her up to scratch behind her ears and rub her belly.

What can you say, except she's definitely a cat. And she's ours.