Belated catblogging

I have been remiss in my catblogging duties. Here is Mrs. Mitty. She is, like Elvis, not my cat. She lives more or less on my porch and across the street on the porch of my lovely ex-wife. I'd bring her into my house and adopt her & all, but she doesn't like to be inside. We bring her to the vet and make sure she is vaccinated & everything, and she has been spayed, but she does not want to be a house cat. The other day Elvis had an appointment for his shots, but he figured out what was going on, so -- to make a long story short -- we brought Mrs. Mitty instead. She wasn't all that happy about it, but she is much easier to put into a box than Elvis is. When we got back, though, Elvis was on the porch. Maybe we imagined that he was looking smug. But Mrs. Mitty hopped out of the box and gave Elvis this look like, "you owe me, you little fucker." He has since been taken in and vaccinated, and she'll go in for another round of shots this week. So even though I don't actually have any pets just now, the hassle and expense does not cease.

Oh, and I asked my lovely ex-wife once why she named this cat Mrs. Mitty. She said, "because it rhymes with pretty and kitty." How goofy is that? She is, as usual, right. Of course.

[Update: my lovely ex-wife told me the other day that she first thought of it on account of how Mrs. Mitty had two very pale mittens on her feet when she first showed up. I don't recall that, but I don't think I lived in the neighborhood then. She's obviously very solid grey now.]