Sophie

I always vowed that the two things I would never post here on my boring-little-blog were recipes, or pictures of cats. The blogs are inundated with recipes and pictures of cats. Most of the recipes are ho-hum, and most of the cats are ~~ meh ~~ to say the least. But I have the world's funniest, cutest, sweetest, most affectionate cat visiting me right now, and she makes me laugh. She's fascinated with the laundry. As soon as I turn the machine on, she's over there like ... well ... a dirty shirt, watching in rapt, feline attention as the clothes tumble around in the soapy water.  It keeps her happy for hours.  For the most part, cats can sometimes be sort of ~~ independent.  They're not like dogs.  Cats don't come running when you call them; they would much rather take their own sweet time.  And when they do, they pretend not to be very interested in why you called them.  They'll stretch and yawn and look very bored.  "What does she want now...?"  But they're actually a lot of fun, when they so choose.  Sophie has made a thorough inspection of every house plant in my apartment, gazing into the soil for whatever might be living in there.  She has tested all the chairs, and has chosen a favourite one for sleeping.   And for some reason she loves to sit and watch me put on my makeup.  "What on earth is that lady doing to her face...?"  But her favourite activity, by far, is to sit and watch the laundry.  Well, as they say, whatever floats your boat...