Vince went out this afternoon. It wasn’t even dark but Cat was sitting under her light. The light was not on but when Vince got close, she began meowing. She wanted the heat turned on so Vince went back and turned it on.
He came in and said “That darned cat demanded I turn on her light!” Then he looked at the thermometer outside and said (I’ll leave out some of the words he said! You’re welcome!) “It’s 55 degrees outside and she wants the heat on!”
I said “She got it . . huh?”
I’m beginning to think the best way for me to get a new car is to convince my husband that I shouldn’t use the old one because Cat likes sleeping on top of it. I think he’s much more likely to buy a new car in order to keep from inconveniencing Cat than any other reason I could think of.