"It is in their eyes that their magic resides"

I am slowing down on my entries. I actually skipped an entire day. I have had a bit of another creative outlet for writing, so my inspiration has been...umm...distracted. :P But, it is Saturday morning, and my thoughts are wandering. I am going to try to post a new picture up here. A friend of mine was playing with my photos in Photoshop and he made me look actually...kinda...pretty. Go figure...He is one of those talented web graphics/page people. Hmmm he can play with my photos anyday! Yum...

Moving on...

My cat, Sophia. I know, single woman with a cat..typical. I would have a dog, but the house I bought is small. While my yard is a good size, it is still not accommodating for the type of dogs I prefer. Large ones. Growing up, we bred Old English Sheep dogs...ya know, of the Please Don't Eat The Daisies era? (I am dating myself) Litter after litter of the most adorable black and white puppies. I have pictures of me young, completely covered with about 16 puppies crawling all over me. They were so much fun. A lot of work...but fun. Miss the fuzzy little critters.

Anyway...back to Sophia. She is a beautiful Calico (I would have posted a link but after flipping through hundreds of photos and pages I can't find one completely representative, I am link happy today apparently). Fluffy bright patches of orange and black and the purest white underbelly. To look at her, you would think she was still a kitten. Very petite, graceful looking and a face so sweet you can't help but coo at. Deceiving. Scratch just below her chin and she will purr like a tiger. Her personality can be that of one too. How something so sweet and delicate in appearance, can have such a devilish disposition is beyond me. Mostly it makes me laugh. The things she gets into and eventually, out of.

She is about 2 and half now and her hunting skills have been refined. Yet again this morning, she attempted to bring a bird in my house. Yuk. Last week, it was a squirrel. How the heck she won a battle with that poor furry woodland creature, without a scratch, is mind boggling. That carcass was sitting on my stoop as well. Yuk, yet again. I know the nature of a cat and that they do it as an offering to their owners. But hello!! Bring me a flower, rub against my leg, anything. There was a day when she would leave old banana peels, candy wrappers and the like. Whatever she had found out and about on her adventures.

I tossed her back outside this morning with bird in mouth. She is back now, laying on my living room floor, purring contentedly and looking quite satisfied. I don't want to know what happened to the bird...or what warm center it may reside in.