Table Cats

Little by little, Kasey is getting used to not going out. Oh, she yows a little, and gets on the box by the door once or twice, but she looks as if she doesn't really expect Him to let her out. So what she does is get on the table with me. I am not used to having her close to me without biffing or hissing, but she acts like, well, I'm stuck in here with him, I might as well get up there and see why he likes to sleep on the table. It's OK with me, and She is really tickled to see us getting along - that's what She calls it.
A strange guy came to our house today, and he said he was going to check the foundation. The fixing guy said that might be why som plaster is falling dowwn. The foundation guy measured everything, inside and out, and he told Him that the foundation is just fine.. I thought She would cry when She heard that, She was so relieved. I heard Her say that the house stood tall through two hurricanes, and She doesn't care about a little falling plaster. The foundation guy said it was probably just old.
One thing She got today was a movie about the old west. It looked silly to me, She told Him it was kind of surreal. I don't know what that means, but it might mean silly. I can't believe She watched it. Oh, boy! She is fixing chicken to put with Her vegetables. I bet she'll share. Oddy-ose.