Well, I don't think far enough ahead. I didn't even think about Friday the 13th. If I had, then I would have saved my Paranormal Investigative Cats post for today! It would have been perfect: black cat investigating ghostly orbs. Dang! I'm going to have to speak to my staff (aka: the lady) to make sure this doesn't happen again.
On a totally different topic, the lady said I should mention that she is really not my original "rescuer". In reading over my posts, she realized that how things were worded made it look like she was taking credit for rescuing me. I had a lady before her---that lady (let's call her Ms. B) adopted me in late 2001 or early 2002 (I can't be expected to remember these details), and I lived with Ms. B on this property until 2007. Ms. B bought a house in the city, and since I am a country cat, Ms. B asked the lady if she would like to adopt me (because she knew the lady liked cats). So the lady said, "of course!". I just wanted to take this opportunity to thank Ms. B for adopting me, buying me an Igloo, and taking care of me for all those years! I miss her and her dog Milo (or is it Otis? I'm not big on dog names). Milo/Otis was my one and only dog friend. I was very upset when Ms. B moved away--it took quite awhile for me to realize that the lady would take care of me.
Let's see. What else. Oh, yeah. Elvis. He has the most excruciatingly annoying habit. He will constantly lick blankets (electric ones, too!) and make the most irritating sound (not to mention that he would lick a hole in the blanket if given half a chance). And he will lick the furniture so loudly that it will wake the lady up! She sometimes wears earplugs or uses earphones when watching television so that she can block out the sound of the licking. She doesn't have to wear earplugs around me! I do my licking in the privacy of my wicker bed or in my igloo. I'll have to have a word with Elvis about his excessive public licking.
I don't think he licks blankets and furniture because his mouth hurts. His teeth and gums are very well taken care of. The lady brings him to the vet to have his teeth cleaned every four months because he seems prone to problems (maybe because he is FIV positive). He's had about three extractions. He was missing quite a few teeth when the lady adopted him--in fact, because his right front tooth was missing, his lip curled up in a way that reminded the lady of Elvis Presley. That's how Elvis the cat got his name!
Well, I know the lady loves Elvis and they will work it out. She started taking care of him in November 2001 and then he became an indoor cat in September 2004, so they've been together quite awhile! I'm sure they'll resolve their problems lickety-split! Heh, heh.