My sweet cat

Who would believe that this seemingly innocent little cat could go berserk, clawless and nearly toothless as she is, and start attacking a cat 15 years her junior? I certainly would. It would seem little Ivory, my dear, sweet, 17 year old baby, has decided she's had enough. Enough of that little brat of a Zoe sneaking up behind her and jumping over, or worse yet onto, her head. Now, Ivory is the one doing the attacking. I can't say I blame the dear old lady.

Ivory's story is that she was the 2nd cat in our family, after Alley (who sadly is no longer with us). At 17, she's the longest living of our pets, and if you were to listen to my father, the dumbest. She put up for 14 years with being put down by Alley, who was Queen cat of the house. Ivory put up with being second in line for table scraps, comfy laps and window sills. But she put up with it.

Then we got Jake, our white German Shepherd (also gone now). He never messed with Ivory, but he certainly got in her way, being a dog, and therefore not too too bright. In the eyes of a cat, anyway, besides, he was another competitor for the wonderful table scraps. But she put up with it.

When Alley died, Ivory got a little freaked out, and figured that my Dad would take her wherever he'd taken Alley and he wasn't to be trusted. As far as she knew, one day Dad said, "Come on, Alley, you're out of here." and there went that other cat. She didn't trust my father near the door for months. Still, she eventually got used to being the only cat. So, of course, she put up with it.

Then, we got Zoe. My poor dear had to live to see me, her beloved SLS, bring in another cat! Not only a cat, but an energetic kitten. An energetic kitten, who grew to be an annoying attack cat, who blamed any and every problem on her. But, Zoe doesn't eat table scraps, so she put up with it.

However, in the last month, she's decided she's sick of putting up with it. I guess she's decided, she's an old lady, in her restful years and she's going to enjoy it, Darn It! So now, not only does she attack Zoe when the mood hits her (who can easily take care of herself, having both teeth and claws in addition to youthful zest) but she now also jumps up to investigate what sort of table scraps are available to her. While this does pose a problem at meal times for us humans, I can't help but think; It's ok, Ivy girl, you've earned it. Do what you want, and lets aim for that Oldest living Cat record baby!

I love you Ivory, my girl!

Car opinions

Now, as many of my friends (or anyone who's been around while I watch American Idol) can tell you, I hate the Ford Focus. It's a deep hatred, that goes into my very soul. (Ok, so I'm exaggerating) I think they're ugly, weird and advertised far too often and in obnoxious ways.

On Monday, my mom bought a 2005 Ford Focus.













I like it.

Ok, so I changed my mind once I got into it. I was willing to "put up with it" while we were standing on the car lot, and my Mom asked me about them. I started to like it when we test drove it. I loved it once I drove it. See, my Mom's previous vehicle was a Chrysler Town and Country, a minivan. I didn't like driving it because it was so big, and so hard to park. Besides, a woman my age shouldn't be driving a minivan (Haven't saved quite enough to get the kind of car I really want yet), you know. But this little red Focus is so fun, it even started to seem cute the more often I saw it.

And so, I apologize to Ford, for pre-judging their car.

In other news, I finally drove in traffic today. First time since I got my license about 2 years ago. I know I'm weird, but when you have parents who are willing to drive you anywhere and everywhere, you can be a little lazy. Besides, my mom's just a tad over-protective, and she's a bad passenger. She gets nervous, then I get nervous, then the tears start. Ok, so maybe no tears, but it's still not pretty. Today, however, my dad came to get me from work, and was sitting in the passenger seat. I'd known he was going to make me drive, my mom had left a message on the phone to warn me. I was nervous. Not so much about other drivers, more about me, and my relative clumsiness. I kid you not, I can accidentally bump into walls in a straight hallway, I've done it more than once. Ray finds it amusing. (the jerk!) (Ok, Ray's not a jerk, really) So, understandably, I question my steering skills. I did just fine, though. Got home in one piece, and not dents in the car. I should do that more often.

Till next I write!