There she is. Cordelia. Of the Grapes. Gold Eyes. The White Cat with personality. The white cat who lives behind us , on the hill. The white cat who shares moments with us, and we feel lucky to know her.
We're waiting for the grapes to ripen so we can pick them to take to the wine shop. Cordelia seems to like sleeping on the fence under the vines. She has very nice family up the hill. Never asked her to come here. And yet, here she comes, practically every day. She's a flirt.
She likes to supervise.....usually she nods off.
She likes to comment.............
Rubs her face on the grape vines......toddles around your feet...
Poses for important photo shoots.............
Craves attention...........
Hopes she gets a snack................
Enjoys lots of ear scratches. We just can't help it. She's just lovely.She says hello, bides her time, toodles off somewhere, then magically reappears.And we, the lucky ones, wait with bated breath till she reappears and carries on the conversation from where we left off...........
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