Arrrgh!!!

Edward Scissorhands is our black cat. He adopted us about fourteen years ago, and our best guess is that he is fifteen or sixteen, years old.

Ed is not known as a social butterfly. He has this routine, and God help you if you disrupt it! Normally, he doesn't want to interact with us until the evening, unless he wants you to open the front door or FEED HIM!

I assumed that he would spend the afternoon in the basement during Mother's party, because he's not fond of strangers, and he doesn't care to have to walk through crowds of people who might step on his tail. And he doesn't care for the fact that some people might choose to sit in HIS chair!

I'm sure you get the picture. We're staff.

I was therefore, shocked and amazed to see my cat walking through the visitors, letting them pet him and rub his chin. Normally, we hasten to warn them to watch his body English, or risk having their hand sliced off, but he was charming. What alien has stolen my cat and left this one in exchange??

He's stolen my chair, bathed, and is ready for his afternoon nap. Oh, to have the life of a cat!