When I went to the Humane Society, I was looking for an older cat that needed a loving home, and went home with a 3 month old kitten. Sophie and I instantly bonded - I had named her even before her adoption was approved. They placed her in a cage up front filled with torn newspaper, and while I was filling out the adoption papers, she was flying around the cage having a ball with the newspaper. Several other people came in during this time and they all wanted to adopt this little short-tailed cutie!
I stopped on my way home and bought a baby blanket at a children’s store for her to snuggle in on the long ride home, and called my husband at the office (who was actually my boyfriend at the time) to tell him I had found a cat. He didn’t sound all that happy - we had talked about this, but I guess he didn’t think I would do it so soon after our conversation. Sophie and I settled into the house and waited for Bob to get home. He came through the garage a bit later carrying a large grocery bag with cat toys spilling out the top!
Sophie's boundless amount of energy has not changed over the years! It’s only been in the past couple of years that I’ve been able to do any sort of hand sewing in the evenings without having her terrorize us into playing with her! When she was younger, she would fetch a yarn and Mylar ball over and over and over….we called her our "puppy-kitten". One year around Halloween I brought home a Starbuck’s finger puppet. We named him Mr. Bat. Well, Mr. Bat has been Sophie’s main sidekick for many years now. Here’s how he looks today.
It never fails that we go to bed and just begin drifting off, when Sophie comes pitter-patter down the hallway with Mr. Bat in her mouth, drops him on the floor and lets out a huge MEOW! And, yes, we (mostly me) have gotten back out of bed many times, thrown Mr. Bat around for a while, only to finally wear her out enough to go back to sleep! Or I will be sewing and she is in need of attention, so she will carry Mr. Bat into the studio, plop him down under my chair and let out another bleating MEOW!
One year, I decided to try to find a new Bat, since Mr. Bat was looking so awful. I found one on eBay and named her Mrs. Bat. She isn’t nearly as dear to Sophie as Mr. Bat, but as you can see, does get a little play!
They make a cute couple, don't you think?
Mr. Bat, Mrs. Bat and Mr. Chippy who decided to come along for the ride shown here in the studio with Sophie waiting for me to start a little “action”.
I know if I push these darned bats under the cabinet, I'm sure to get a little attention when I can't get them back out by myself!
A hard day's play calls for a nice lap-rest!