MY SISTER MINNIE

QUOTE OF THE DAY:  "In order to keep a true perspective of one's importance, everyone should have a dog that will worship him and a cat that will ignore him."
                                                                                                         Dereke Bruce

TODAY IS:  Video games day, and THIS IS: World Animal Remembrance, Self Improvement and Healthy Aging Month

My sister, Minnie, is a great little hunter.    She captures lizards by the dozens.   Mom and dad try to save them.  Minnie makes one  mistake in that she announces she has caught one as she brings is into the house.   Mom knows that cry, and yells, "Don.  Minnie has a lizard."    Minnie then drops it and, and the lizard runs for its life.

If dad is lucky enough to catch the lizard, he lets it loose outside.  If not, Minnie runs them ragged. 
The tail is the first thing to go.  The lizard runs and Minnie gives chase.   Mom and dad find the lizard tails in the bathtub  and on the floor in several rooms.  They find the dead lizards a few days later.   Sometimes they are found under the bathroom scale, but most are found in the dining room under the table.

 The other day,mom told Minnie, "If you don't stop bringing in lizards, you are going to lose your outdoor privileges. "

 Did Minnie listen?  Of course not.  She's too cute and not deterred.  But she's not outside in the grass or anything. She's on the screened-in back porch where lizards sneak in.  In the morning,  Minnie  sits by the back door and whines until mom lets her out. Minnie is proud of her catches and prances around a bit until she lets one go  and gives chase. 

 My brother, Mickey, on the other hand, would rather stay indoors sleep.  He is older, after all.  Like 14 years old.  On occasion he may play with a toy or bat a bathrobe belt, but he's happy just laying around on furniture or laps.  He's a lap cat,  Minnie is not. 

 But Minnie has that sweet, can do no wrong look. Even I succumb to it.  Mom is putty in Minnie's paws, dad not so much.

Here's an example.  Minnie is not supposed to be on the kitchen island.  The stovetop is there, and she could get burnt.  But when Mom sees her up there, she says, "Minnie, you know you're not allowed on the island."  Minnie will put on her cute face and rub against mom's arm or face.  And she stays where she is.  If mom doesn't help Minnie scoot off the island, Dad comes out and pushes her down.  

In all fairness, though, I have to admit that Minnie, the grey and peach Hemmingway, is adorable.  She'll come up to me and sniff at me, then walk away.  If that isn't an invitation to play, I don't know what is.

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