Okay, my little cat isn't really bad; she's just a pain. Sometimes I think if Mazie didn't love her so much -- they are oddly best friends -- I would give her the boot. Tonight when I was on the phone with my son, Sophia the Little Cat jumped up next to me on the sofa. Or at least she tried to just next to me. She misjudged the distance and caught herself with her nails on my thigh. I yelled a bit and at first my son didn't know what was going on, but I think he figured it out before I told him. He has a wild little cat too.
I worry all the time about Sophia around the sofa. (I recently got a marine-blue leather sofa; after I redid my flooring and walls, the old furniture didn't look good.) I'm not sure why I thought a leather sofa would be a good fit with this cat. I hadn't had it three days before she had made several small scratches in one of the cushions. Needless to say, I try not to leave her alone inside. If she's with Mazie, it's not so bad. But if she's alone I worry that I'll come home to leather shreds in my living room.
For the most part, Sophia is a needy shelter cat, and I feel sorry for her. I'm glad she and Mazie are so happy together. And I would never get rid of her after rescuing her. We girls -- my dog, my cat, and I -- are stuck together forever.
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