I enjoy singing songs to my cat far more than he enjoys listening to me sing songs to him. I like to see how long he'll stay on my lap while I sing. There are many variables that determine this length of time. Mainly the volume, pitch, tone, and general quality of my voice. Sometimes I pet him or hug him while I sing. That typically decreases the lap time. I usually go with a nice dramatic rock ballad for the ups & downs. "Total Eclipse of the Heart" is a good one. When I get to the "every now & then I fall apart" part, he's long gone. Like the wind. Sometimes all I see is a blur of fur & the very tip of a tail. I find this highly amusing. This has been going on for years, so I'm not sure why it still irritates him or still entertains me. We have an understanding. I understand why he runs away, and he understands that I'm kinda wacky.
And with that, I think I have fulfilled my prophecy that I would some day become the crazy cat lady. In fact, I think I've been her for a number of years without really realizing it. Huh. Life is wondrous.
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