Sorting out a pair of cast iron planters yesterday early evening with the Queens of Mischievous.
That’s Gracie (above) in the empty urn, ears back, as she surveys the area for bossy Leadbelly, our male blue Burmese.
Gracie is a chocolate Burmese while Edith Piaf is a brown tortie Burmese.
They can’t keep away! No. Burmese cats are not cats that disappear immediately there’s some sort of activity. Just the opposite. Soon as there’s something interesting happening they materialise, instantly. Inquisitive.
“Go catch a mouse or two” I say.
“What? Not our way. We are Burmese cats!” they say looking up at me in unison! “We want to play too“.
You can’t turn down a Burmese cat. Never. Burmese cats think they are people.
And so, given that there’s nothing in the world like the companionship of Burmese cats with their fulsome love, cuddles & conversational skills, I heave Edith (the brown tortie) over one shoulder & Gracie (the chocolate) the other & go about my business–as best I can with the load.
Yes, they definitely slow me down on days like this, but how can I miss out on the chatting, chuckling & cuddles a la Burmese cats?!
Gracie on the pedestal
In quintessential Burmese cat style it’s always, always a two-way or three-way relationship overflowing with gentleness, affection & reciprocated love.