Effie was napping on her perch yesterday while I sat on the bed next to her, finishing Victor Hugo’s prodigious account of the French Revolution. I put Effie’s pretty kerchief her Aunt Jane made her for Christmas on her for a birthday photo. Such a pretty kerchief should be worn for many celebrations–especially her birthday, which is today. She is three!
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Effie naps while I read; I’m happy she actually prefers to share the bed. Perhaps she realizes we can’t share her window perch. . . .I can’t know what she dreams much better than she can read Victor Hugo’s novel, The History of a Crime: The Testimony of an Eye Witness. I suspect the French Revolution is an unlikely candidate for her cup of tea anyway.
“Can’t a girl get a peaceful nap on her own new window perch, without being on The Effie Show?”
We finally decided to replace Effie’s sagging, shredding hammock inherited from Coolidge, and purchased in 2003. We mail-ordered this brand new window perch for our tabby princess. It has a firm base and a comfy foam pad with a removable fleece cover. I like sitting and reading on the bed next to her. She enjoys looking out the window, watching birds, and napping.
Vic took this camera-begging series when Effie appeared, clinging to the window. He let her in, and less than five minutes later, she appealed to return to Effieland. He titled the series as well.
Before Effie’s dad deployed the weedeater in Effieland yesterday evening, Effie roamed the tall grass, stalking and pouncing on bugs, napping in the shade, and other important cat activities. Her grass-green eyes zero in on the tiniest bugs and the tastiest grass.
Suspended between grapevine support logs in Effieland is a sturdy shelf, and on the shelf is perched a large flower pot, and the flower pot is filled with rich potting soil. Growing in the rich potting soil are the most tasty catnip leaves in the whole world. I know this only because Effie is a connoisseur of such things. I feed her a couple of leaves a day as a treat. I am fortunate to still have all my fingers.
The catnip leaves grow here
. . .and they go here.
catching up on her pedicure before she heads back out. . .