Sometimes my cat reminds me of a goddess, so sure that she is in her quiet majesty.

Sometimes my cat reminds me of toddler gymnasts, running and falling a rolling over and getting up again as though nothing can hurt her.

Sometimes my cat reminds me that I've been WAAAY to serious all day, and I had better help bat that wadded up receipt around or get out the "red bug" (laser pointer).

My kitty loves my new place -- she loves being on the ground level where something interesting is happening outside the windows all the time. And loves the mild So Cal weather! She can also sit or curl up and look out the big security door that I can keep open almost all the time, which I hate (but will probably keep for her). Too bad there are no birds or squirrels -- too many loose cats around and the birds are smart enough to stay away.

I think she's even learning to enjoy all the neighborhood sorta-strays cats coming by to say hello to her. (Any cat that comes in an open cat door and curls up on your neighbor's bed is not REALLY a stray, even if it doesn't have a human pet.)