Another thought on yesterday's post: I'll bet if the Radio Shack catalog had arrived in the mail when our other family cat with a first initial of R was around, Mom would have received a more defiant response. The dialogue, translated from cat language to English, likely would have gone like this:
Mom: Rosie, have you been ordering stereo equipment?
Rosie (stamping a paw:) Yes, I have! If I'm going to make my grand entrance in time to The String Cheese Incident's "Rosie," everyone should know I'm about to appear. The music should ping off of every wall, and everyone upstairs and in the hallway should know by hearing my theme song that my appearance is imminent!
We couldn't technically prove that Rosie, our outspoken calico, thought of herself as royalty, but her demeanor suggested it.
