Katharine Hepburn Meets Mr. Doo

As it is the usual routine at Pearl House, when I come downstairs in the morning Mr. Doo swarms me for his daily feast of tuna. Today he was vocalizing in such a manner that it made me think: He sounds like Katharine Hepburn meowing! Now, I've never heard Katharine Hepburn meow, so I am making a big leap in how she would actually sound. Something about Mr. Doo's tone and inflection struck me as being Katharine Hepburn-esque. Maybe Mr. Doo was briefly channeling the spirit of Katharine? He does have awesome mind powers!

Other things in kitty-land of note: Theodore Montague is currently in a wild mode, attacking all feet once on the bed. Stash-a-Magee is his slinky self, and Smee-Ami requires his daily Smee-Love. Mr. B has been mellow at times, requiring affection, but he is his grouchy self to the kittens if they disturb him too much.

The recent cold spell has caused the cats to sleep on the bed, stealing the heat from the heated mattress pad. I've awoke too many times covered in cat! I'm still trying to figure out why an animal covered in such a nice fur coat needs to steal heat. It's one of the things that makes a cat most mysterious!