And it's great!
Meanwhile, the rain pours down here in SoCal as I eat chocolate and spend lots of time playing with my cat Lucy. She misses Max and isn't eating much, but we're getting by. My boss had her adorable baby girl, also named Lucy. I told her I loved the name, but not that I my cat's name is Lucy. Plenty of time for that later - people don't want to think about your cat when they look at their gorgeous new baby.
My cat Lucy is named for the youngest, bravest of the Pevensie children in the Narnia books, and a character I loved from an early age. The cat Lucy is not particularly brave, as it turns out. Once, she escaped from my apartment through a screen, and I found her just a few feet away, flattened out like a fluffy black pancake, terrified. Yes, Lucy is rather plump. Now that I don't have to leave food out for too-skinny Max, I'm limiting her food intake in an effort to get her lose weight. Meanwhile, she still likes to sit on my pillow, looking like a flluffy black pyramid with big yellow eyes:
Yes, my bedroom walls are grassy green. Green's my favorite color, and not just because it looks good on redheads.
I didn't set out to get two black cats. It just happened. But it turns out that both black cats and dogs get adopted less often than animals of other colors. I don't know it it's superstition or that other colors are cuter or stand out more, but let me tell you - black cats rule! Max was the friendliest thing on four legs, and Lucy is really quite gorgeous, with brown highlights and a fluff-tacular curly tail.
I looked after my friend Natalie's all-black chow chow Frances for four months a few years back, and she was the smartest, sweetest dog you could ever hope to meet. If you're adopting a pet, consider a black one. They only look mysterious and cool. Really, they are darlings.
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