The real estate agent strongly urged us not to leave Porsche at home during the open house yesterday. But what do you do with a seventeen pound cat that owns the house? My DH placed Porsche in her cat carrier and braved back injury by toting her across the street to Winnie’s.
Porsche, DH and Winnie sat in her garden, watching the comings and goings of the open house. Strangely enough Porsche did not mind being caged. Usually the cage means a trip to the vet’s, so basking in the sunshine in Winnie’s garden would have been a nice change for our big fat kitty.
After all the excitement was over and we were allowed to return home, DH exclaimed that he was ready for a nap.  Our other kitty, Abby, (bless her little cat soul) always napped with DH. Porsche rarely lowers herself to nap with anyone other than moi.   Sunday was different. By the time DH’s foot hit the top step, Porsche was already sprawled across the bed.  I guess it was just too much excitement for her too!
Winnie is sad about the possibility of us moving, and states she won’t bother with a garden next year.  She is still a trooper though. Not only did she provide us with cut flowers for the open house, she insisted we use a beautiful antique vase that belonged to her mother.  Winnie knows how to be a good neighbour.