Peace

Hi......it's me...Annie Grace.....
It's been a tedious day here. First of all I must tell you it started when she got home tonight and picked me up. "Oh Annie you are purring.... you must really like me!" she says. No......I am hungry or have gas. Please.......put me down. No.....that does not work, so I start The Squirm. Acting like the way she is holding me is the most painful and awful way you can hold a cat. "Oh Annie.....I am sorry! Did I hurt you?" she now says. Finally released from her clutches....I saunter around the feeding station until I get a treat....all from her guilt. That would be her guilt of being needy. Works every time! With boundaries clearly established for the evening I thought I was safe. Apparently not. Now I get an hour long dissertation on her day. As my head starts to nod and I no longer can feign interest, salvation......the phone rings. As I skulk off to admire my throw up stain on the carpet from yesterday, which is not visible to the naked eye (thanks to Ms. Type A clean freak) but I know it is there...... I now get side tracked as I walk through the TV room. I gasp! She has moved things around again. Why oh why can't the furniture and decor just stay the way it is? Now I have to learn the new layout. Thankfully my nesting serving tray on the ottoman is still intact. Next she comes flouncing in the room with a goblet of fermented grape juice, flops down and looks right at me. Oh dear..... So I get up, sit right next to her and just stare at her. For about 7 minutes. After about 7 minutes I just swish my tail...continually......never taking my eyes off her. This signifies my attention and happiness (Please...all cats...take note. It really works!) Actually I am really staring at her because I am wondering what she was thinking with her make up this morning. I am not sure if I should bring it up now....... she use to have a rather vibrant selection of eye shadow but now...... it's dull and boring. Perhaps the Simmering Nudes from Bobbi Brown was not the best decision after all! So now I just sit with her. I listen...having no idea what she is talking about because it's like listening to Charlie Brown's teacher. Wawawawaw.....right Annie? Wawawwaaw...
Now we just sit. Quietly. What a blessed relief! Me thinking of how to escape and her thinking about how we have come a long way in 6 months. With a tear in both of our eyes...we both agree that lighting a fire would be a good thing. Me.....to send telepathic SOS smoke signals and her to pretend she is "roughing it".