When we got our kitten Mimsy, she meowed, yowled and frantically freaked out all the way home. I was thinking, "oh no, we are getting one of those irritating yowly cats." But once she was home she settled down and into her role as entertainer of the house--either by being psycho kitty and attacking anything that even *thinks* of moving or by curling up in a lap and making us forget psycho kitty.
Anyway, this mornig I had to run a car into Creswell to get some gas and decided that it would be interesting to take Mimsy along for the 8-mile round trip. It is my day off and I was moseying through the day and hey, why not do something unusual. She stayed on my neck most of the time, tensly looking out the window, flinching slightly when a big truck passed us going the other way. The gas station attendent (high school girl) commented on how cute Mimsy was and the coffee kiosk girl said she was a pretty cat. Then it hit me. I was probably being seen as a crazy cat lady. I was well on my way to living in a cottage, trimming my roses and talking to the swarm of cats (all named after greek gooddesses) who twine through my feet all day. Arrgh. That is the last time I take Mimsy to town with me. On a positive note, when we got home she curled up in my lap and purred, appreciating the security of lap and home and promising to never be psycho kitty again.
