"Pajamas", inspired by all the antics of the real cats who have lived with us.
Our cats include Sugar who always sleeps with us, curled at the top of my pillow. I can tell you now, that doesn't work with the high temperatures and humid conditions. I don't need to sleep with a fur hat on my head. Sugar is tricky, she can turn on you on a dime. You have to watch her eyes carefully, but not too carefully because she doesn't like to be stared down.
Penelope, our shy cat, bats your feet as you walk by. "I need attention," she says, "but not too much." She resides upstairs always and dares you to pass with acknowledging her.
Shadow is a baby still. He came to us as a tiny kitten, dropped off, then apparently he ran up a tree then dropped from a tree, scurried through the leaves and onto the porch. He's a sweetie but he and Princess still have battles over which one owns the family. Baby, who died last year, taught Shadow the art of "catting", how to stalk, wrestle and attack.
Then there is O.J., laid back orange-striped O.J., who wandered onto our porch...a real sweetheart and friend to Princess.
I remember all the cats we've ever had in my life and their personalities and their interaction with us. They are as different as we are to each other.
