Earlier today (well, yesterday by now: I’ve been burning the midnight candle on my research paper), I came back from the church Christmas sale with a gaily-decorated basket filled with miniature ornaments for my tiny tabletop tree, which Ophelia has taken a great liking to. She immediately wished to lay claim to the little glass ornaments and their threads, as well as the tree itself.
I discouraged her from that; indeed, I started putting the ornaments on the tree, which she saw as a great betrayal of her catlike interests. However, as cats often do, she had the last say in the matter. Because once the basket was empty of ornaments, she jumped in and made it her own. And it was such a perfect fit, and so fitting, that I hadn’t the heart to dislodge her! 🙂
Let Us Live Like We Mean It! 
Cats are curious creatures. I love their quirky natures. She looks so comfortable there Timi.
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Thanks, Robyn, and you are right: that basket is her new favorite place! 🙂
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Suan: that’s why we cannot have a cat, cos it would fight with Mel (meow…)
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LOL 🙂
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Kinda a new take on ‘chicken in a basket’. 🙂
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ROFLMAO! 🙂
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I’d say Ophelia in a basket makes a perfect Christmas decoration. It always amuses me how cats love to be inside containers of all kinds – cardboard boxes, washing baskets (empty or full of laundry, they don’t mind either way) and even smaller things like your basket. I agree, Ophelia is a perfect fit for the basket (or perhaps that should be, the basket is a perfect fit for Ophela). 🙂
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Thanks, Millie! I moved the basket to the floor, and now Ophelia is turning her nose up at it. I guess it will go back on top of the table. I do not own any cats: rather I am a slave to them. 😉
I started your book yesterday at the car dealership while getting its oil changed. I love it!!! 🙂
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We had two cats until a few years ago. We got them together as kittens, although they weren’t related. They both lived until they were 23. The male, a Persian, was always inside something or other but his favourite place was my laundry basket. I’m very fond of cats, they’re such independent creatures. I’d love to adopt Opelia, who seems to have a delightfully determined character. Do you know whose pet she is? She obviously likes your house better!
I’m so relieved you’re liking my book, so far. The Anglo Saxon names confuse some people. I deliberately didn’t use the AS names for towns because I thought that would really make things difficult. Anyway, apologies for the over-long comment and a big thank you for those kind words. 😃
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Oh, Ophelia is my own cat! I adopted her and another cat, Sissy, about six years ago from a rescue shelter. My other two cats are Kiwi and Black Bean, who were rescued literally from a street gutter as kittens by my younger son, who kept them until he went into the Army about five years ago. At that point, I “inherited” them. Although my son is back from the Army, he has chosen to leave his cats with me. I did the same thing to my mother when I was in my twenties: what goes around comes around!
You can see all four of my current kitties, plus favorite cats from my past (including my very first cat!) in my post “Gap Day” from August 1st: https://timitownsend51.me/2016/08/01/gap-day/
But you are right about Ophelia, who is a typical tortoiseshell in her personality: spunky hardly begins to describe her! 🙂
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