Cats are funny....even when they are not cats

   Bat, the Bayou Prince Cat, has come through his surgery fine and is back to his bouncy self again.  It is different having a young cat here since we have always run an "Assisted Living" home for critters.  Old critters seemed to gravitate to the Bayou for their last years.  Bringing them comfort as they aged meant a lot to me and I can only hope that the favor will be returned if I ever need assistance.  Hopefully, it won't come to that but you just never know.  Bat, on the other hand, is a bouncing baby boy in the true sense of the phrase.  He literally bounces everywhere.  

  One of his favorite napping spots is the glider rocker where Son often sits.  Since Son is his favorite person, it is not hard to understand that he chooses the comfy chair.  Today, Son sat in the other rocker and held the cat while I was folding laundry. We were talking about how accident prone I have been lately when he quipped that I was just being  my "usual self".  Ugh!  I admit it but...then, again...I don't want to admit it!  So, I picked up a black shirt and threw it at him!  He dodged the shirt and it hit on the glider rocker....right in the spot where Bat naps!  From the angle where I was standing, the shirt fell into a mound shaped almost like a cat!   I got the giggles and Son just stared at me as if I was "batty".  I tried to explain what I saw.  He glanced over and just saw a rumpled up shirt.  I snatched up the camera and took a photo to show him.  Yep!  It did, indeed, look like Bat!  Funny, funny Bat! Only it was a shirt!

Oh, Bat!

   The "throwaway" cat that my son-in-law rescued from a flooded parking lot seems to be flourishing now that he has a good home.  How people can mistreat others (human or animal) is beyond me.  I guess, as much as I do not wish to believe it, there are some pretty hateful people in this old world.  Anyone who would harm a tiny kitten is likely to not worry about harming their fellow mankind.  What has this world come to?  Saddening, for sure.  

  But, back to Bat, the Cat!  The Bayou Prince has settled in to being the ruler of the Little Bayou House.  He has not been allowed to roam freely about the Bayou since there are a couple of feral tomcats running about the place that would not think twice about killing a newcomer.  Perhaps when he is full grown and can hold his own against such threats, he will be free to go as he pleases.  Bat does not seem to mind the inside life, however, as he has never even tried to go back out that door since Robbie brought him here.  Perhaps he remembers his old life and has decided this cozy place is more to his liking.  Fine by me as he is good company.

  What is really NOT fine by me is that Bat has laid claim to my favorite pieces of furniture.  It appears that these are now HIS favorites and I am banned.  First it was the purple rocking chair and now....the BED!  Ever since we got him, he has wanted to snuggle with me at all times especially in the evenings.  Now, he tries to beat me to the bed so he can get the prime spot!  There is one certain throw pillow that he simply adores and, if it is moved, he is not a happy camper.  My little buddy tugs and tugs on that big, ole pillow until it is situated just so, then, he promptly plops down and snoozes.  Hopefully, he does not grow too much more as he will take up to much space.  I do need some place to sleep!  Silly Bat!