Bella Runs Out of Lives

Poor Bella, she exceeded her allotment of 9 (by a lot) and is now working on the next 99.  Or the one.  If she is reincarnated as a human--a violation of the "you don't go backwards in your development" rule--I expect she will be a Hollywood diva, complete with more than a normal share of entitlement and aloofness.  But then, she was a calico.

Her escapades were legendary, all being based on the root of that word, i.e., escape. She was always trying to do that, evade her captors (us) who imprisoned her in the big houses and the little plastic crate. For pictures of the little sweetheart, see the post dated August 22, 2020, in which I wrote of her indifference, nay, obliviousness, to the passing of our beloved Lucy. She did nothing to fill that void except look pretty, which was her best talent. Again, Hollywood diva.  Her second and third best talents were shedding and grooming, both of which she did constantly.

There are 3 things about Bella I will never forget--how she used to twitch her tail like crazy when she thought it was dinner time (which was quite frequent); how she managed to hide in the fireplace for hours right before one of our trips to Lakeland; and how she snuck into the house attic/rafters one December and played around (running from my rescue attempts) until she was sure I had given up, and then wandered back down.  

And yet, we do still think of her every time we take the pups out for their evening walk. The voice of my mom still echos in my head--Don't Let the Cat out!