Cat vs Printer: Cat wins!

Every night at about 10:00 PM Kiesha loses her mind and her evil twin emerges. About that time, I’ll hear a high pitched meow (where Kiesha gets her nickname of ‘Squeaky’) and the scritch-scratch of Kiesha clawing on the back of the couch. It’s like a mating call: ‘Come play with me or else I’m…

When Basette was a kitten, she used to play tag. She’d sit under my chair and purr when that tail-twitching mood descended. Not a half-hearted purr-so-you’ll-put-me-down, but her full-throated, shake-the-floor-like-Granddad’s-snoring purr. It didn’t matter if I had to finish a paper for the next day’s class. She wanted to play, and she wanted to play…