HOW DID I COME TO A CAT ? Part II - DIARY-
Arthur worked as a mechanic under the cars today and came home covered with huge oily black spots. Besides that he didn't smell like a rose. I tried to clean him a little, but he didn't like it and escaped. So next a bath is in view. (God help me !)
This is Arthur in his new sleeping place under my desk. That's my little working place I created for me.
and Kim did her 24 h sleep. No excuse me, she stood up three times to stroll to her plate.
Pookie had to interupt her nap, because we had two flies ! And she loves to catch them ! So she ran around jumped on table, chairs, stools and sofa and finally catched one of them. After that, she was completely exhausted and collapsed 
on my bed. (Here it's a stool, but the position is almost the same)
My husband this morning complained bitterly about Lisa. As usual he was reading in bed, but Lisa wanted to read too so she pushed the book aside, by rubbing her head against it. He tried to hold the book up, down, left, right, but there was nothing to do. And on the top of it she purred like hell.
Now I have to say that Lisa has a very special kind of purring. She doesn't do it like usually all cats, no she puts something like a pigeons curring in it and it's so loud that you can hear her from another room. Impossible to read or sleep . It's a real wonder what a loud sound is coming out of such a small body ! Nobody had ever heard a cat purring this way.
I don't know how the story ended he felt probably asleep after a while with the fight of the book and Lisa too, winning as usual.
Part II
PICCOLA
this is one of the few pictures I could get from her in the computer. All others are glued in albums and impossible to remove.
After a few months, I decided to move out. There were no prince in view and I wanted to be of my own. Of course I had to find an appartment with a garden, so that Piccola could go out. After a while I found a nice one the owner also accepted the cat, so I moved in.
Than began another life. For the first time we lived together and alone ! So while I was working, she slept and when I slept she went on her nightly excursions. I didn't want to let her out during the day because of the traffic, but during night it was very calm. I bought her a beautifull basket put it on the windowsill so that she had a nice view on the street during the day. Then I got a call from an old neighbour bitch. I should remouve the basket and cat, because it looked scandalous and only the red lamp were missing to think that this were a "knocking shop". I thought maybe she wants to sit in the basked. She made such a mess by calling owner, my parents (??) etc. That finally I removed the basket. But Piccola took it cool, she continued to sleep on the sill, without basket but on a plaid.
Now when I went out, I wanted to leave her home. No way ! As soon as she saw that I took my purse and the car keys, she arrived quickly sat at the front door and looked at me with firm decision : I come with you ! So I opened the doors she ran to the car and climbed in, settled down and we drove away. She really loved driving in a car. She stayed in there, looking out watching people or slept, until I came back. Of course when I went to friends, I took the leash with me and she came with me. Very often when I came back from shopping, the car was surrounded by people looking at Piccola, and cried out "A cat in a car !" This, I must admit was very unusual.
When friends visited me she did a selection. The (in her eyes) nice onces, she payed special attention to. Striking around their legs, purring and asking for a cuddle. Then came the onces she ignored completely sat somewhere and looked untouchable, so the person wouldn't dare to approach her. The last categorie was the once she didn't like at all so she looked at me with an angry glance and left the room. And slowly I realized that she was always right. There were man who just pretend to like her to please me, the once who were falsly nice to her and as soon as I turned my back insulted her, and the once who really loved her. So I did the selection trusting in Piccola's judgment.
The day she met my husband for the first time, she agreed to him immediately. She smelt that he really loved cats. (I didn't know that). He did everything to please her, but it wasn't even necessary, she liked him. That was good for me.
After a while he complained about headache in the morning. He couldn't understand why and so did I. But one evening when I came home he slept as usual with the head under the pillow and who was sleeping on top ? Piccola. Now we understood. He tried to sleep with his head on the pillow and Piccola had to choose another place in the bed, but automatically he returned to his old habits. Finally she had enough and slept on his back.
Now began a life of three.
in this outfit my parents met him for the first time ! (shocking)
.../... next time.
Some cats wisdoms
The first day God created the cat
The second day God created the men to serve the cat
the third day God created all the animals in the world to serve the cat as food
the fourth day God created work and let the men work for the cats wellness
the fith day Gott created a sparkling ball so that the cat could play with it (or not)
the sixth day God created the veterinarians to watch over the health of the cat and ruin the man.
The seventh day God wanted to rest but he had to clean the cat's litterbox
