Little Kitty

One of our neighbors loves cats. I know this because every time I walk by the place, a half dozen or more cats are lounging on their steps and front lawn. The cats like to wander the neighborhood. We've discovered cat hair on our welcome mat and paw prints on our car on more than one occasion. One evening one of the cats, a sleek black one with green eyes, was slinking through our backyard. Mike decided to set out a bowl of milk. Not just any milk mind you, oh no, organic 2% milk. In his defense, it's the only milk we have in the house because it's what Spencer drinks.

I was surprised that Mike would be encouraging these feline visits considering that he's highly allergic to cats. Spencer however was fascinated. The cat didn't approach the bowl. In fact, he high-tailed it out of our yard being a skittish fellow but lo and behold, the next night he was back. Again Mike set out a bowl. This time the kitty lapped it up. In the morning the bowl was licked clean.

Ever since that event last week, Spencer has been pretending to be a little kitty. He lays his blanket across my lap or the floor and pretends to lap up a bowl of milk. "I'm a thirsty kitty," he informs me. "You're the mama kitty and Daddy is the Daddy kitty," Spencer says. Later he lets me know that he's a tired kitty. Meow! Time for bed.