Betty's identity crisis
Oct. 26th, 2002 08:55 amThis is Betty's first winter in this house. In the mornings she likes to go out on the terrace and sit on the trunk and watch the world go by. Well, this morning, it's a little too chilly to have the door open and she's having a difficult time making the change. I had it open a bit and she was out there on duty and then she came in. I shut the door. She tried to get out. I opened the door. She came back in. I shut the door. She tried again. I ignored her.
Then I heard a strange sound. I looked up and Betty was at the glass on her hind legs using her front paws to paw at the door. Like a dog. But, of course, I got up and opened the door and like a cat, she went to the other part of the house.
It could be a long winter.
Then I heard a strange sound. I looked up and Betty was at the glass on her hind legs using her front paws to paw at the door. Like a dog. But, of course, I got up and opened the door and like a cat, she went to the other part of the house.
It could be a long winter.