Mission: Accomplice

I have always considered myself to be a "dog person," but I am now quite accustomed to life with cats. I like how low maintenance they are, how they get embarrassed when they do something stupid, how their meows sound unique ... I like when they purr for no good reason (usually after you've had a bad day) or how (only if they feel like it) they curl up on your lap or next to you in bed and keep you warm.

The longer I have cats, the more interesting I realize that they are, and the more I realize that life would be weird without one. However, I've also come to find that my cats (at the very least) are constantly scheming ...

They're up to no good.

For example, this past weekend, I came upstairs to find "my" cat, our black mixed-breed, laying all adorably in the doorway to the master bedroom. Unable to resist a fat creature like herself, I knelt down and gave her a few good "love taps" instead of entering the room. She promptly began to purr and stretch out, obviously enjoying the attention.

Then I head a bumbling, rustling noise coming from inside ... Just beyond what I could see from the doorway...

As it turns out, our other cat, a petite, little Tortie, was into something she definitely should not have been ... And the other cat was covering for her! It was like the old lookout in heist movies, the guard standing at the door to make sure that nothing went awry. Sort of like Mr. Orange of Reservoir Dogs, but without all the blood.

It wasn't all that long ago, when our black cat was new to the house, that the Tortie didn't want anything to do with her.

Oh, how times change!