Hi......It's me Annie Grace,
Let me tell you what just happened. Horrifying indeed. The Lady comes home from work muttering about one of the last walking days before the snow. I have no idea what she is talking about but I do think she is exacterating...,,so I greet her and wander off to my window to once again send out telepathically a SOS. The Tomato Picker came by to admire my beauty and let me just summarize with one word....ENCROACHMENT. No...seriously. I am not exaggerating. She came in exclaiming my beauty and seemed to be in awe of me. I gave her my usual greeting which consists of half acknowledgement and half...I could care less. She tried to make a move like she wanted to pick me up. I unassumingly wandered away from that. So I went to my chair at the kitchen table (which is MINE) as to let her know that you may admire me from afar. She followed me!!! She then stuck her face in front of mine and blew on my silky fur and face. Yes....blew on me. Has she never seen a cat before????????? I promptly gave her the mother of all HHTT Looks. What are you doing?? You are messing up my perfectly groomed fur. I have spent 3 hours grooming and do you see me running over and messing up your hair? With both eyes tightly shut I brought myself into my imaginary world.....please please go away....How oh how can I get to Poland? Italy? I open one eye.....The Tomato Picker is still here! I allow her to pet me know knowing it is the path of least resistance. Off they go to walk 80 miles in 42 minutes. Yes.....chatting all the way. I really must work on this personal space issue I have.
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