Minnie and Flo have taken over. The barn, the porch and now the house. The dogs defer to them and Jon complains he has no place to sit. (They have him charmed and confused. He fusses over them, lacking the confidence he shows with all the other animals).
In the summer they live outside, but this time of year every time you open the door, they magically appear either inside or out. Where ever they weren’t the moment before. Minnie hobbles around the sleeping dogs, making her way to the couch. She’ll snuggle with Lenore, licking her ears and sometimes, Lenore nuzzles her back (you catch more flies with honey). But Flo, the smallest animal on the farm, is Queen (off with their heads). She swats at Minnie and hisses at Lenore. Even Frieda keeps her distance, afraid to get too close.
How is it that these creatures have taken over the house so completely. I can only guess we’ve been bewitched. Cats are known to be familiars to witches, helpers with their magic. But these cats have evolved. They work for no one but themselves. Still we all seem to benefit somehow, just by their presence. By their snuggles and their purrs. How else to explain why we invite them in. Like vampires at the window, we can’t resist.