Muffin is our indoor kitty for a few more hours. I had said many years ago that I would not allow a cat or dog to live in the house. I should have stuck with that as this is a good rule to live by. However, our youngest daughter started working on me for months about getting an indoor kitty cat, and I finally relented when her beloved older brother left home.

What could I do? I felt sorry for her. I thought an indoor kitty would help ease the pain. What was I thinking? No, WHAT WAS I THINKING!?

Muffin, I think, is not really a kitty cat. I think Muffin is a tiger in disguise and should be living in the wild. Oh, she was cute at first. Then, she tore up all the house plants in the bathroom.

I will never understand how an indoor kitty, never exposed to the outdoors, could have so many fleas. We gave her medicated tablets that she quickly learned to resist taking. My husband finally discovered it was easier to get her to swallow the pill by hiding it in her food than holding her mouth shut until she swallowed. Especially, the last time he tried. Still, that was much less dangerous than trying to bathe her, which didn't work anyway. Bathe a cat? Don't.

We feed Muffin well. But, Muffin thinks she should eat exactly what we eat, especially if it's on the table just recently cooked. That is how the grilled chicken leg ended up on the floor.

Muffin specializes in making messes and causing complications. She found a clay pot with an aloe plant that was desperately hanging onto life. Muffin scattered dirt from the clay pot everywhere and put an end to the aloe plant. My daughter defended Muffin, saying she thought it was a litter box.

Once, I could not open a small closet door. I asked my husband to take a look at it, and he found that a pecan was wedged in the frame where the door shuts. This was one of the pecans I had not found when Muffin discovered that she liked to bat pecans around on the tile floor and chase them.

I am grateful for Muffin, and I am especially grateful that she will soon be an outdoor kitty. Her downfall started when we found that she is tearing off the newest wallpaper in our home from the wall.

Of course, in order for Muffin to be an outdoor kitty, where I honestly think she will be happiest once she has adjusted, I did have to agree to get a little male dog. The dog would live outside, although, sigh, yes, I know we have four little female dogs. Would anyone like a puppy?

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