the song is "A Bushel and a Peck" Miss Lucy Maud Miss Lucy Maud came to live with us in December, 1996. A friend at work had two tortoiseshell females who came into heat at the same time. That night, a big red tabby broke through the screen in a window and managed to impregnate both cats. When my friend came downstairs for breakfast, there was the big red guy lounging on her couch, looking quite content! Two months later one cat had 4 kittens and the other had 5. When they were old enough to place, this woman began pestering me to take one. I told her the only way I'd take a kitty was if she had a tortie. She snapped her fingers and said "Oh, do I have the kitten for you!" I hemmed and hawed and put her off for several weeks until the morning I arrived at work to find a polaroid of this kitten taped to my computer monitor with a sticky-note on it saying, "Please, can't I come home with you?" Tootsieroll and Miss Lucy Maud It had been a little over a year since I lost Sandman, and I really wasn't sure I wanted to add to the three ladies I had left. (I was also getting a lot of pressure from my folks - "Geez, don't get any more cats!") But I thought it was worth a try, so Miss Lucy became my Christmas present to myself. She had a completely black face, huge ears, and bright golden yellow eyes, and I began to call her my Baby Bat. From the first, she was confident with the other cats, very cuddly, vocal, and really a hoot to watch. She likes to carry things around in her mouth and bury them under throw rugs and the bedcovers. I came home from work one day and sat down on the bed to take my shoes off, and shot right back to my feet. Lucy had taken all her toys and buried them under the comforter, and I sat on them. Since her toys included film canisters, I had a nice large bruise on my posterior! Lucy allowing Bubba to cuddle with her Miss Lucy is my comfort and my joy. I got her at 12 weeks old, and at 16 weeks she decided she needed to suckle again and chose my left earlobe as her target. For the next 3 months, I'd wake up in the middle of the night with Miss Lucy attached to my left ear. The behavior abated gradually after she was spayed, but she still comes to nuzzle every now and then. She's a very old soul with a young sense of humor. A psychic at our work Christmas party last year told me Lucy had been with me in previous lives, and had asked for permission to be with me in this one. She's become surrogate mother to each new adoptee who followed her arrival, grooming and cuddling them, and teaching them the house rules. She also "buries" each of them at least once under the braided rug in my living room! She's my sweet clown, and my clever, loving little funnyface.
Miss Lucy Maud came to live with us in December, 1996. A friend at work had two tortoiseshell females who came into heat at the same time. That night, a big red tabby broke through the screen in a window and managed to impregnate both cats. When my friend came downstairs for breakfast, there was the big red guy lounging on her couch, looking quite content! Two months later one cat had 4 kittens and the other had 5. When they were old enough to place, this woman began pestering me to take one. I told her the only way I'd take a kitty was if she had a tortie. She snapped her fingers and said "Oh, do I have the kitten for you!" I hemmed and hawed and put her off for several weeks until the morning I arrived at work to find a polaroid of this kitten taped to my computer monitor with a sticky-note on it saying, "Please, can't I come home with you?"
It had been a little over a year since I lost Sandman, and I really wasn't sure I wanted to add to the three ladies I had left. (I was also getting a lot of pressure from my folks - "Geez, don't get any more cats!") But I thought it was worth a try, so Miss Lucy became my Christmas present to myself. She had a completely black face, huge ears, and bright golden yellow eyes, and I began to call her my Baby Bat. From the first, she was confident with the other cats, very cuddly, vocal, and really a hoot to watch. She likes to carry things around in her mouth and bury them under throw rugs and the bedcovers. I came home from work one day and sat down on the bed to take my shoes off, and shot right back to my feet. Lucy had taken all her toys and buried them under the comforter, and I sat on them. Since her toys included film canisters, I had a nice large bruise on my posterior!
Miss Lucy is my comfort and my joy. I got her at 12 weeks old, and at 16 weeks she decided she needed to suckle again and chose my left earlobe as her target. For the next 3 months, I'd wake up in the middle of the night with Miss Lucy attached to my left ear. The behavior abated gradually after she was spayed, but she still comes to nuzzle every now and then. She's a very old soul with a young sense of humor. A psychic at our work Christmas party last year told me Lucy had been with me in previous lives, and had asked for permission to be with me in this one. She's become surrogate mother to each new adoptee who followed her arrival, grooming and cuddling them, and teaching them the house rules. She also "buries" each of them at least once under the braided rug in my living room! She's my sweet clown, and my clever, loving little funnyface.
