How can such a small, innocent looking creature wield power capable of bringing a full grown adult to the brink of madness? This is what I was asking myself as I ground my teeth together and turned up the music in a vain attempt to drown out Lucy's meowing. The eyes you see in the above photo are the eyes of PERSISTENCE. They are saying "you will do what I want, or I will meow until the end of time."
Here she is catching her breath for the next stanza. I don't know what was going on, but Lucy got it into her pointed little head that she wanted to go outside, and she was not to be deterred.
However she's not allowed outside without a chaperone. Since that wasn't possible, she had to stay in. I am not exaggerating when I say Lucy meowed for 3 straight hours. These photos were taken as she orbited my chair at the computer desk as I was trying to work. MEOW. MEOW. MEEOOOW. But I outlasted her, oh yes I did. She finally gave up, much to the relief of every living, hearing being in the house. She found a good spot on the sofa and stretched out for a long, leisurely nap.
|I confess, I was fantasizing about turning on the vacuum.|
I resisted the temptation. When she's asleep, she's quiet.