Although I’ve been preoccupied with Lexington while being the best palliative care provider I can be, Bobcat, my other love-bug still gets plenty of attention from me, especially because he knows how to get my attention.
He always seems to be where I want to be…
I was about to catch-up on local news, but I guess Bobcat will have to apprise me of the goings-on in town.
Cats are known for their curiosity, but I’m amazed at Bobcat’s curious behavior. How the base of my coffee table or a rock on the walkway can serve as comfortable pillows is beyond my comprehension.
His entrance and exit strategies are so complex. He’d rather go boldly down the rocky garden retaining wall than use the porch steps. He prefers to depart through the windows and only wants to use the front door when it’s shut despite the open French doors in the bedroom.
He laughs at my birthday cards, thinks he’s a boudoir model, and has become Lexington’s personal bodyguard.
The Universe is conspiring with Bobcat. The other day I got a reminder about him on the way to work.
That’s my boy!
Love ya, man!