my asthmatic cat.

five years ago this month, i fell in love.

it's a rather long story about this cat who shows up on my door step, comes inside, shows me her wounds (terrible cut under her arm) and i rescue her.

Madam Isabel and her loyal subjects.

lists in the life of isabel:

favorite foods:

red meat

vodka martini (dirty, with a blue cheese stuffed olive)

favorite activities:

murdering her cat nip mice and yelling for all to witness

watching birds at the feeder

laying with anyone who will pet her (as close to their face as they will allow)

napping on the radiator

lounging on fleece

getting brushed

being told how wonderful and loved she is

glaring 

helping knit gifts

"helping knit."

dislikes:

riding in cars

hairball paste

having her nails clipped

not being the center of attention

that darn grey cat from across the street

things i love about her:

she comes when i call her (usually, she is a cat after all)

she sleeps next to me (and somehow takes up more space than i do, which is a tough thing to accomplish)

the brown spots on her otherwise pink paws

 she flops over when she wants attention

 she tries to eat what i am eating, regardless of what it is

she occasionally wheezes or snores (the wheezing is her asthma)

(* I am sure she has never actually tasted a martini, but she never stops trying to share mine.)