Singing

Frida has been taking a joint health supplement for a week now. Last night something extraordinary happened. During a prolonged and stentorian episode of singing and carrying Stripe Mouse around the tv room and kitchen, she hopped into a cardboard box containing tissue paper that we keep next to the tv, Stripe and all, looking like a three year old. Frida is eighteen. It's not unusual for her sing and carry Stripe around for a half hour or an hour after breakfast and dinner, but this song lasted over two hours and was especially ear-splitting. She has never shown any interest in the box before. Daisy sits in the box, and Rose sits in the box, and last week I started sprinkling a little catnip in the box as well as on the catnip rug, which is a bath rug in front of the fireplace. Frida hopped in and out of the box with Stripe several times. I felt as if I were watching someone else's cat in a video posted on YouTube, but it was my own sedentary Frida showing us that "there's a dance in the old dame yet," to quote Mehitabel, another cat indulging in kittenish antics at a ripe old age.