
While coming up from the basement Monday evening Mazzy muscled and barreled on through the slightest hint of the door opening, meowing in descent to the bottom of the house. Typically, when Mazzy wanted something, Mazzy went for it. She was a kitty tank as her comrade Shadow followed the fearless leader into the daily home invasion, even though they had pretty much full access to all square footage. Whether it was bath time, play time, company time, nap time or meal time, Mazzy was one head mama that all other cats and humans respected. Even after tanking up into the top of my old apartment cupboards, one crafty move I might add, to knock an entire bag of cat food onto the floor in order to get her fill, I still respected her. (more…)