I've heard that there are some cats that get a sort of  imprint on their
kitty-psyches and have a strong identification with their pet two-legs.
Louie has decided that Stosh thinks I'm a cat.

Case in point: Stosh likes to follow the ladies around around and swat the
tips of their tails. He'll often initiate a game off wrasslin
with Brandy by just grabbing her by the tail. Now I have hair down to my
butt when it's unbraided, and Stosh has a bizarre fixation on it. He'll
swing it, try to climb it, and lately he's been trying to wrassle my
ponytail. Then he'll come on my lap and knead like he was still a kitten.
Brandy does this also, but she doesn't need Ritalin as badly as her big
brother. Louie figures this is because they see me as mama-cat, while Roxie
and Odessa who are more mature seem to take me as almost a peer. (after all,
I am but a mere servant.)

I have to go lick my hair now.

Blessed be,
Baha
--

Three thousand years ago,
cats were deified in ancient Egypt.
To this day, they have not forgotten.