Violet and Diesel Shelter in Place
From Chicken Soup for the Soul: Me and My Cat
By Suzanne Cushman
If you are a host to your guest, be a host to his dog also.
~Russian Proverb
When I walked through my dining room this morning, there was nine-pound Violet the Cat sprawled across the table in the sun. She had perfected her sprawl so that she could now touch all four placemats at one time — one with her head, one with her tail, one with her right front paw, and the last with her left back paw. I understood her feeling of accomplishment. She had been practicing this position for months.
Violet loves these placemats the way other cats love catnip-stuffed felt mice. Her morning ritual is to lie on one and suck the corner of another one for at least half an hour before anyone else in the house wakes up. At the same time, she does that thing only cats do — kneading bread with her paws in the air, and purring like she has sleep apnea with her eyes half-shut. Non-cat people find this disturbing. And no, I never set the table with Violet’s placemats.
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