Josey is 9 years old and queen of the household. She was named after my favorite song by a college band I used to see....Deep Blue Something ("Breakfast At Tiffany's" anyone?). Though most people assume her name comes from Josie and the Pussycats. Cute. But not true.
So far Josey has tolerated her human fairly well. I may be a little slow on opening the door to the back porch, I don't make trips to the fridge to get her chicken/turkey/ham as much as she'd like, and then there's that having the audacity to think I can sleep in HER bed. But she's kept me around this long.....what a cross she must bear.
She would tell you that, despite my shortcomings, I'm good for a few things. I take those wonderful showers every morning that leave water on the tile for her to lap up. I fill the birdfeeder to give her hours of chirping enjoyment with the birdies. I bought a papasan chair perfect for afternoon naps in the sun. And I DRIVE to Texas every Christmas just so she can go and see her Nana and Grandad, peruse their much bigger habitat, enjoy three laps instead of just one, and chirp at many more birds than our poor little apartment ever sees. But she's not spoiled....not at all.....
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