songbird's crazy world

You've alread met the Princess Daisy: I'd like you to meet Mr. Kitty: We got Daisy first, a friend of my mother had too many cats in her apartment and needed to get rid of some kittens. Mr. Kitty adopted us. He was abandoned at the age of 4 weeks at a pond about 1/2 a mile from my house. He showed up in our back yard one day. At first we thought it was Daisy, because his markings are similar to hers, and at the time he was smaller than she is. You won't make that mistake now. Daisy weighs all of 6 pounds, Mr. Kitty must weigh at least 20. His favorite activity is chasing Daisy. Really, he won't leave her alone. and all he wants to do is eat from her food bowl, he won't allow her to eat undisturbed. He's truly a pesky little brother. So when I saw them today, I couldn't believe it:

My cat   The Princess Daisy has taken over my bed.  When I come home from work and head upstairs to my room, there she is...all six pounds of her...curled up in the very middle of the bed.  She may open one eye, as if to say "oh, it's you," before going back to sleep.  But the real joy comes when I try to share the bed with her.  Yes, she actually lets me sleep in "my" bed at night.  You would think such a small cat wouldn't take up much room.  You'd be wrong. Hwer favorite spot seems to be right in the middle of the bed.  If she's there when I want to go to sleep, it takes much negotiation for her to move over and let me lie down.  Inevitably she will either (1) sit on my chest and stater at me imperiously for having displaced her, or she will crawl under the covers and "knead" the sheets (and perhaps my leg...ouch!) If, by some chance, the cat isn't around when I get into bed, she's likely to show up after I've fallen...

 It was a long-running musical in London and New York.  It was a long-running joke in Forbidden Broadway performances and  on TV. Even now, years after the show closed, when I walk past the Wintergarden Theater, I expect to see this on the marquis:    It was one of my favorite musicals of the 1980's.  I saw the show at least 3 times, bought the cast album from London as well as the one  from New York, memorized all the words.  One Halloween I dressed as a cat because I was inspired by the show.  I even named my black cat "Mr. Mistoffeles". So, for your listening pleasure today, I present the opening number from Cats .

so I am blogging from my cell phone...lying in bed, on my back...Daisy jumps up onto the bed, plants herself on my chest, wanting to be petted...and pushes the cell phone out of my hand!