I came home from work today and there she was, my best friend Tee Tramp. We went through our daily ritual. She jumped on the bed and rubbed all over me. I in turn rubbed as much of her as she would allow. Then I combed her to remove the excess hair that frequently causes hairballs, again, as much as she would allow.

Then I went outside to lay in the sun and relax. She, as usual, laid under my chaise. After about thirty minutes, I looked under the chaise at her. She looked into the woods (we live WAY out in the middle of nowhere) and growled. Not once but twice. I went inside. I don’t know if she was just being overly possessive, or if she really saw something I didn’t, but after years of being owned by cats, I trust their instincts.