Through it all, the cat remains...unperturbed

 This is actually how she sleeps sometimes

The Zen Cat--who knew?

 Or the Yoga Master Cat...doing a pose called Circular Cat.

Lucy has departed and all we are left with, to paraphrase Walt Disney, is That Darn Cat.  A cat is what it is, and you have to understand that when you get one, but one thing it is not is a dog.   If Bella has noticed that she is now alone with us, she hasn't let on. She continues to rule with an iron paw. The aloofness, a stereotypical cat attribute which Bella takes to absurd lengths, heightens the pain of Lucy's absence.  But what can you do?--she is so darn pretty.

See?

 Here she is hiding behind some Christmas decorations--on the table--because she was afraid of something. That should probably have said "everything." 

There is no man, woman, or child, or situation of any kind, that Bella isn't afraid of, even (especially?) us. 

 

Often we wish we knew what was going on in that little head, but, sadly, it's a guess.

Here are some options:

(and now for one of my favorites...that says it all for the dog/cat duality)

The Dog’s Diary 

8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Dinner! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

The Cat’s Diary

Day 3,983 of My Captivity....

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a “good little hunter” I am. Bastards!

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of “allergies.” I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now ...