This picture shows a very docile Tee Tramp. I assure you that is not always the case. See that gray t-shirt beside her? And the green fabric string? When my husband comes home, they become Tee’s toys. The t-shirt becomes the “t-shirt of death”, and if you look closely, you can see drops of my husband’s blood. The string mysteriously transforms into a lizard or snake or whatever she thinks it is as my husband slowly maneuvers it across the bed. He builds a tunnel with our pillows, extends the string over the tunnel or through the tunnel, and she takes the bait every time. She looks at his hand, she knows he is somehow involved, but the cat becomes a hunter and she cannot resist the urge to “hunt” the green string.

When the “t-shirt of death” covers her, she thinks she’s invisible. We will ask each other, “Where is Tee? I don’t see Tee”, and she will remain immobile. But let one of us touch her underneath that “t-shirt of death”, and she comes alive, often drawing blood from whoever dared challenge the “t-shirt of death”.

Why do cats do what they do? These crazy cats make cat people out of us!