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The enclosed cartoon is a favourite Bonnie posture and the fly screen
doors are pitted and torn.

Further Bonnie antics include - peeing on the tin foil tray covering the
sink.   Opening the sliding doors to the lounge which I used to close at
night to keep her away from the computer wires.   Sitting on me and
holding on with razor sharp claws if I move an eyebrow.   It is no use
putting her down when I need a rest from it all, what Bonnie wants she
must have.   She won't sit on DH.   She has many fronts she can advance
from - over the top of the chair and onto my hair, along the sides of
the chair and onto my shoulder, up my legs, a giant leap from the floor
into the middle of the newspaper, or a giant leap onto my chest which
knocks all the breath out of me.  She insists on trying everything that
I eat or drink and is an expert on knocking over drink containers or
walking through a meal.

An opening door is like signal.   Sometimes she races through one so
fast that I think she is still inside - I find out she is not when I
hear the noise on the screen door!

Sigh, I wonder why I love her.

Bev