Dirty girl...
At around four in the morning I was sound asleep. Was. My beloved Alice decided that she was filthy and proceeded to bathe herself on the pillow next to my head. Great. There are a multitude of sounds that happen when a cat gives herself a tongue bath, exacerbated by the fact that during the wee hours of the morning my house is exceptionally quiet. This harmony going on just inches from my ear throws my brain into hyper-drive. There's the jingle-clatter of her collar bell and identification tags... which makes me think about how much jewelry is necessary for this eleven-pound kitty; one with my name and address, a rabies tag, a city tag, and a small ball and clapper to warn little birdies of the oncoming approach of a predator.... Add to that the sound of licking. Not just licking ... no... at close range Alice sounds like she's chewing an extremely ripe banana... slowly.... Then she finds a little knot in her coat which sends her into a frenzy, nibbling at the