'Doctoring' has kept this blogger from her appointed rounds seeking thrifty chic and from crafting, so I am posting a pic of this dapper gentleman, 'Smidgen' who doesn't remember that's his name and so goes by Mr. Pussycat. I am at his service, 5 am - 7 am. That means when I get up I give him breakfast, fresh water, snacks and pet him as long as he will allow. He is curiously jumpy most of the time (even since before I knew him) and I need to tread carefully to keep his flight instinct from kicking in. He is especially alarmed by sweeping hems of night robes and wide-legged pants, so those are to be avoided when dressing for the morning shift. He is fond of me. He is a wonderment in our home because of his unique personality and quirky habits - for example, he wants someone to accompany him to the kitchen to watch while he snacks from his bowl - this could be any time of day, and anyone might be 'asked' (by him) to attend to this task. Another quirk is that when he has eaten food and the bottom of his bowl is showing, his bowl must be shaken so the remaining food covers the exposed bowl or he paces and frets until this little matter is taken care of. I personally believe he practices telepathy on us, but we are too dense to receive his transmissions. He is a housemate in good standing and is in attendance at household functions, meals and family meetings.
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