Sheba

When I started this blog I vowed that I would not be one of those people who talks constantly about their kids(easy because I don't have any) or blathers on and on about their pet. 
Well too bad because I have a fantastic cat and she deserves a(nother) blog dedicated to her.

My cat Sheba was born in my basement. She was supposed to become our neighbour's cat and was even named by said neighbour but alas it was not to be. 

Sheba disappeared when she was about 5 months old.  We could not find her anywhere for 3 days.  My uncle and aunt came over and we were showing them around the house and backyard.  I heard a meowing cry.  I called for SHEBA and saw her through the window of the textiles factory.  Sheba was throwing herself against the window trying to get to me.  My sister and I went into the factory and asked for help. We located Sheba in the basement of the factory.  She was grease covered and had lost weight but she was safe and sound.  She purred and PURRED when I held her and carried her home. 
Sheba adopted me.
Sheba thinks she is the boss. 

Sheba disapproves of my singing.  When I am home alone there is nothing I like more than to sing at the top of my lungs as I clean the dishes and tidy up the house.  If Sheba is in the house she comes running up to me and starts meowing furiously.  If I stop singing then she calms down.  If I continue to sing then she bites my ankle.  If I still sing on then she bites my ankle again.  I roar at her but she just twitches her tail at me and walks away.

Sheba is the boss of my sister Hanna's cat, Griffin too.  He may be twice her size but he is completely submissive to her.  If he comes near her food Sheba growls and hisses at him.  He finds an excuse to leave the room.  "Oh look at all the interesting shadows over there......did you see that? Was that a mouse? Hold on a sec while I check it out."   And if Griffin decides to take a nap on the floor, Sheba finds it highly amusing to walk right over him.  She is careful to make sure she steps on him with all four paws.

Yesterday I went into the bathroom and saw Sheba on the weigh scale.  She was staring at the reading.  I told her not to worry because 7 pounds is just fine for her.  Sheba flicked her tail at me and walked away. 
She does that a lot-----walk away from me while I am talking to her.

I do sometimes lament that I do not have a lap cat.  But Sheba is quite amusing to me.  And to be fair she does come to me for cuddles.  It's just that she wakes me up at random times-1am, 3:30 am, and her favourite-5:00 am by meowing and jumping all over me until I scratch her ears and rub under her chin.  

Sigh....It's a good thing she is so cute.