Daddy's Widdle Girl

I promised I would tell you about our other cat, Mitzi. She is the yin to Toby's yang...the calm to his chaos...the brain to his brawn.

Here she is, with Toby....I think the picture speaks for itself.

She is a beautiful, dainty, delicate, black and white girl...also called a Tuxedo cat. She is also a spoiled rotten Daddy's girl. She likes nothing better than to crawl up onto Dave's chest and snuggle up with him. She also likes to knit-knit in his beard, which can be a little painful if she's due for a manicure, but he tolerates it, just because he loves her.
Here she is, snuggled up with her Daddy. If he's working on a crochet project, that's even better. She'll get under it.

She doesn't have much use for me, even though I control the kibble. Where she pours her love onto Dave, I get it in little dribbles. She likes to sleep in a cat bed, and she has one that sits on a storage tub at the foot of my bed.When I go to bed, she goes to bed. Sometimes she will let me play tickle-the-tummy with her in the mornings. And they both know that I am the catnip (kitty-crack) dealer.

We had a situation with her about a year ago that changed our relationship and bonded us.

I woke up about 5am one Monday morning to find her sleeping next to me in my  bed. Right up against me. That was odd. At that time, she rarely let me touch her. I reached over to pet her and my hand touched a wet spot. I sat up and turned on the light and turned her over to see what I had touched. I found that she had a cut under her arm in the web of skin where her harness was, about an inch long. It had been bleeding and she had been licking it. She hadn't been herself all weekend, and had been sleeping more than usual, so now we knew why. I jumped up and woke Dave and told him what I had found. I hit the Internet and found a vet close by who had good reviews. Now all we had to do was wait 2 hours for him to open. We got to Dr. Butchko's office where they examined her and told me they could send her home and I could put peroxide on it and hope it closed up, but it probably wouldn't, or they could clean up the infection in it and sew it up, which was highly recommended. Of course that's what we chose, and I picked her up 9 hours and $200 later. For the next 10 days I gave her medicine for infection and pain and she healed up just fine. Funny thing is, we never figured out what happened to her. She is an indoor cat in an apartment. Her harness was well-fitted. Odd. But we bonded cause I guess even a kitty wants Mommy when they're sick.

Now she spends her days sleeping on the cat tree in a sunbeam, and meowing at anyone she sees in the parking lot outside her window, especially our friend, Bob. She is very smart and has learned to sit up like a pretty girl and to jump through a hoop, for a treat. Here's the two of them when they were first learning to do their tricks.

Dave always said the best sound on Earth was the purr of a kitten. I think we need to amend that...the best sound on Earth is the purr of TWO kittens.