It’s been a year since Pye appeared on my doorstep. A year of learning about relationships, for both of us. Yes, I’m referring to my cat as if she’s a person. If you’re new here, please see the tag line under the title of this blog for the explanation.
We’re going to skip what I’ve learned about relationships this past year or so; I’ll save that for another time. Let’s move on to Pye for now, shall we?
What we’ve all learned about Pye in the last year:
We learned Pye likes to drink from my water cup. I don’t like this because I know where her tongue has been.
We learned Pye doesn’t know what to do with a live fish. She likes to think she’s wild, but she’s not. Not even a little.
We learned that Pye will run away in a moment of panic (gee, I have NO idea what that’s like), but will return 30 hours later.
We learned Pye has a foot fetish. Apparently, she has a boot fetish as well. Hey, I like cowboy boots, too, but don’t you think Pye is taking it a bit far?
I have a “no shoes on in the RV” kind of carpet. These boots were not next to my bed. Not that I wouldn’t mind a pair next to my bed. Just sayin’.
And now we learn: But, wait! There’s more…