Woman in the Middle

In case I haven’t mentioned this recently, Blackie is a big cat. When he topped out at 22 pounds his girth is what hit you directly in the eyeball. Now that he is a skinny old man cat, what really sticks out is how tall he is and how long his legs are. Recently, in preparation for the summer Olympic games I am sure, Blackie showed us some sweet diving positions, taking advantage of those looong legs of his. Too bad they don’t have cat diving in the summer games. I am sure Blackie would have been a gold medal contender!

(Looking over his shoulder to spot the pool before going into a triple flip death spiral)

(I thought the toe pointing on this one was particularly medal worthy!)

(Reaching for perfect form!)

(I think some points are going to be taken away on this one because his feet are not together perfectly.)

Eldest Daughter shared an interesting theory with me. She thinks that  Blackie the cat isn’t a cat at all. She thinks he is an alien life form that is masquerading as a cat to study humans. She believes his natural (alien) form is some type of ooze, like the Odo character on Star Trek Deep Space Nine. She feels that this alien can’t completely hide his real, ooze like nature. You know, if she is right is would explain so much….

If you are still not sure that Blackie is an alien from outer space, this next picture might convince you!

This is my spot.It is my favorite spot. Sometimes the smelly dog lies here and the people we live with do not tell it to move.

I will show them. I will lay in  my spot and if they wish to go outside to the sparkling pond or the shop of loud noises they can just step over me.

I will stretch my humongous length to make it as inconvenient as possible for them to come and go. Maybe then they will understand that this is my spot and no one, including the smelly dog, can ever lay here. This is my spot…in the warm sun…snore…