“A glass of wine, m’lady?” he asked teasingly.
Another ‘yes’ from her.
“Oh, yes, and by the way, my cat drinks wine with her meals.” JC announced to no on in particular.
He firmly believed the cat was convinced she was human. She was a pest about her cuisine, but she had impeccable table manners. Beer was not a favorite though she would indulge if he needed a drinking companion. She was unfailing polite in her refusal of anything offered if it was not up to her standards. In fact, Nix had better manners than most people – himself included.
He wondered who had trained the crazy cat. Holly hadn’t seemed the type to spoil anyone but Holly. She claimed Nix had come to her already full of quirks and foibles. Whoever it was hadn’t cared for smelly litter boxes. Nix used the toilet to relieve herself – and a little privacy please! Of course, she didn’t respect his privacy. How many times had she decided to shower with him? Cats weren’t supposed to enjoy water – Nix did. Her original owner had made a lady and companion out of the lovely feline.
“Let’s eat in the living room. And, yes, you have to walk,” he told her, grinning. “I can’t carry the plates and wine glasses and your skinny ass.” He knew she’d be disgruntled.
If looks could kill!
Settling on the sofa, JC set Nix’s plate and wine one the coffee table next to his. Hopping up, she took a few laps of wine first.
“You’re not gonna tie one on, are you?”
A look of distain answered his question.
He swore she understood everything he said. With her expressive green eyes and various tones of voice, he realized he understood her as well.
Nix really was a perfect companion – game for anything. If he watched television or played video games, she remained with him, never appearing bored. If he did feel the need for a pity party, getting rip roaring drunk, she listened to his drunken rambling with emerald empathy. If he wanted to sleep the day away, she was perfectly content to do the same. She readily accompanied him into the studio – and wasn’t shy about expressing her opinion of his chosen material. She loved car rides and trip to the beach. Okay, so the one time he took her surfing wasn’t that successful...
Nix was also a very jealous female, much to JC’s chagrin. Once he’d forgotten she was in the room when he decided to make love to Holly. The yowling alone was enough to deflate him. Coupled with the scratched and bites she’d left on his butt, he had been totally out of the mood. He never forgot to put her out of the room again. Of course, leaving her alone put her in a foul mood but it was bloodless.
And she was hot-tempered. Leave her alone when she was in the mood for company and there was a price to be paid. He’d been forced to replace several article of clothing after a wrathful rampage. Nix had a talent for choosing the most expensive or most beloved item in his closet. On his return said item was shredded beyond repair – and if she really wanted him to understand the full extent of her fury, the green-eyed monster would defecate on the useless heap of fabric!
Okay, Nix was not perfect – most definitely female!
“I must be crazy. Why do I put up with you?” A bemused JC asked the cat.
Nix gave him a knowing look. Leaving her meal, she climbed onto his lap. She retracted her claws carefully and kneaded his chest as she purred loudly. She rubbed affectionately against him.
JC stroked her satin coat then held her close.
“Yeah, there is that, beautiful.”