Bird slayer

For many years, we had a white dove ornament that we hung on our Christmas tree. It had luxurious feathers and looked very nice.

Apparently, it was a little too realistic for Nico the crazy cat because he stole it from the tree and left it on my daughter's crimson rug, totally disemboweled. I must say that leaving it on that particular rug made a statement.

My only regret is that I didn't grab the digital camera so I would have proof of the bird slaying. I won't make that mistake again, rest assured.

My cat loves me too much, perhaps!

I never had any pets when I was growing up, but love animals. My husband and I had cats for several years, but had to give up being cat owners when our daughter was diagnosed with asthma. She was not allergic to dogs, however, so we added a Sheltie to our family and absolutely love the breed.

We thought that having a cat was a thing of the past until ...

Our daughter went off to college and ended up with a cat that her roommate had brought into their apartment. When the asthma made it intolerable for her to share her living space with the cat, my husband and I took Nico the cat to live with us rather than have him reside at a shelter.

This cat is seriously insane, but adorable. In an attempt to lead me to the area where he gets fed, he bounds down the stairs, runs between my feet, and can actually get from the top step to the bottom in just a few leaps. The sound of his paws hitting the steps would have you convinced that a 50-pound creature is on the staircase! I can see that a serious fracture could happen if I ever forgot for one moment that he is a "stair master."

He follows me around like a dog and absolutely HAS to be wherever I am. He MUST sit on me, next to me, or with me. He has huge legs and a very long body and is "able to leap tall buildings at a single bound," as the saying goes.

One of his favorite things is to lie across my keyboard, occasionally standing to swipe at the cursor on the screen. He thinks it's a bug or something.... You ought to see his beady (just kidding) eyes following its movement. When he parks his derrière on the keyboard, he always manages to do something that changes the set-up or adds all kinds of symbols to whatever file I'm working on. And he refuses to move.

As annoying as all this can be, I love him, and I love telling my daughter all about his antics. In this blog, I'll be sharing his escapades for all to enjoy.