Mindful wanderings

A few weeks ago, this tiny wild kitten wandered up into Rhonda and Allen's yard. Everyone tried to catch her, but they couldn't. I walked over there, and she just walked up and I reached down and picked her up. Naturally, since she picked me, I had to take her home. My son had been wanting a kitten for a long time. She is a momma's cat, though. As I type, she is sitting on my shoulder.
Normally I am a dog person. I have always owned dogs, since I was 2 years old there has been a dog in my house. (Other than the year and a half I lived in the townhouse.) I like cats, but they are so pushy. They won't wait for an invitation, and they won't take no for an answer. I don't know how many times I have put this cat on the floor, on the bed... Next thing I know, she is back up here.
What is it about me that this cat can see? Why is it that that endearing quality can't be seen by human eyes? Male human eyes, in particular... LOL Oh well...
I always wonder if I don't have too much time on my hands sometimes, put two or more entries into my blog in one day. Seems like I could find something more constructive to do, don't you think?


There is a woman who comes into our store to get coffee, usually wearing house shoes and a bathrobe. Sometimes as late as noon. Very nonchalant, strolling in like it's Saks or something, and she is wearing thousands of dollars of designer clothes. I think she is a very interesting woman, actually, but most of the "country folk" around here think she is too "out there".
Mind you, these are the same people who accused me of being a liberal because I eat tofu, and a feminist because I consider my opinions to be just as important as a man's. They are also the ones who have kept Hick County a Dry county since prohibition days.

Funny how one thing runs into another, and I'm not sure what the woman in her bathrobe had to do with kittens and prohibition..... ??