thoughts from the cat

This blog has been temporarily hijacked by me, Daisy, the beloved Windley house cat. Remember me? I'm the one who took a little "vacation" a few years ago and made my owners sick? I don't get a lot of press here on this blog, but I know I am loved none-the-less. Who wouldn't?! I am beautiful, tediously clean, very low maintenance, and affectionate (on my terms, of course).

There have been a lot of changes going on around here. For one, the boy is learning to be kind to me. It has only taken 4 years! He finally gets that if he is calm enough, I will come to him and let him pet me. He is good at petting me and telling me I'm pretty and that he loves me. And, he doesn't try to scare me as much just to see me freak out. I don't know why that made him laugh so hard. (Don't tell him I said this, but I kind-of like the chasing game he plays with me).

Another change has been my mom's lap. There is significantly less room there for me, and for some reason she doesn't let me knead her belly. Every night she lays on her side now, though, and makes a "daisy pocket" for me to snuggle up next to her. I love that. And for some reason she sits on the couch more and more, which gives me more time for affection!

The old playroom, also known as my nap room, has been totally rearranged. At first I was excited about this, since I heard mom say she was making a new room for a little princess. I just knew she was talking about ME. But, when she found me in the new frilly bed a couple of times I got in big trouble and was told to stay out. Can you believe it?!

So now I'm hearing more and more talk about a baby. Oh, no - here I go again. I remember when the boy first came to my house. He was great in the beginning. I would even lay next to him on the floor. When he was upset, I would run to mom and meow tirelessly at her until she made him better. But, then he started crawling towards me and I wanted NOTHING to do with that! I'm not so sure about this new baby that is coming. I have a feeling I'll be spending more time in the sock drawer...