My Cat from the Universe

They say (whoever "they" are) that you are sent the cat you are meant to have. Teddy proves that rule. He found us -- climbing on the windowsill and meowing in the window at our old house in Ann Arbor. Happily I had a spare can of tuna and a cat owner relationship was born. And I mean "cat owner" as in he owns us. I don't know how we managed our household before Teddy arrived because he is clearly in charge.

He's the perfect cat for me because he loves quilts. If there's a quilt available, he's snuggling in. Sometimes this happens when I've got one bunched up on my sewing table trying to get the binding attached. Trust me, it is not easy to maneuver a quilt with a furry passenger.

I arranged my antique quilts on a shelf under a wooden serving piece in the dining room, and I wondered how long it would take him to play "Prince and the Pea". Not long. My very next trip through the dining room I spotted him curled up on top of the embroidered daffodils.

Happily, he's very respectful of quilts. If only the same were true of the upholstery.