Some cats are destined to carve their names in your heart. I have had a few of those. Morgan is one of those cats.
We were away for the weekend and I had my cat sitter stop in. She was greeted by a very happy Morgan who showed her where the kibble was; instructed her on the fine art of cleaning the litter box; and then demanded that she stay and play.
My sitter calls her a cat-dog.
She oversees the vacuuming undeterred by the noise and scolds squirrels and chipmunks as needed. She says they need training.
She will play with nothing for hours then hop on the computer desk to swish her tail on my touch screen and obliterate anything I’ve been working on.
She plays hard all day and goes to sleep around 7 p.m. You could say she sleeps pretty hard too.
She’s around 4 years old and you can’t tell by her actions.
If she had two eyes I wouldn’t have felt the need to rescue her. You could say that I’m lucky she lost an eye because we gained an energy that is boundless.