Since I have had Isabella in the house, a few things have changed. Obviously sleeping in is now a lot more difficult when she starts complaining about wanting food. She maybe small, but her cries can be quite insistent. Also, never one too excited about housework, it has even progressed further down the list of priorities - and frankly, I think having "stuff" around gives Isabella something to be amused by. The toilet lid is also always down now, since she had an aborted attempt at leaping into the bowl. But finally, the biggest change really has to involve my own behaviour. Contrary to popular opinion, I may talk a lot amongst people, but at home I don't say a word. I don't talk to myself - what am I TOTALLY crazy? (Ok, don't answer that.) But now, I talk all the time - ostensibly to Isabella.
"How was your day?"
"Did you miss me?"
"You are so beautiful, aren't you?"
"I love you lots and lots."
"Should I wear this?"
"Come here and give me a hug."
"Do you want to come to bed now?"
Uh huh, yes remember I am talking to a cat. So perhaps, I am a little crazy when my cat conversation resembles those of a partner. But strangely, her responses are still often more sensible than those of the men that have shared my life.