Having turned 50 yesterday, I'm going to be mindful of one thing; I'm going to avoid telling anyone that something was "before your time." Too often, when people say that, they're just reminding you that they've been around longer than you have. Instead, I'll say something like, "So-and-so had a lot of hits in the '70s," or "(S)he was in such-and-such a movie or TV show..."
That's just courteous, I think.
It's difficult for me to believe it, but today is my 50th birthday. After five decades, I've earned the right to relax. Therefore, Watchcat Collette will be doing most of the heavy security guard duty today. So far this morning, she has...
...spotted a suspicious cat who looked a lot like her:
...guarded my music collection...:
...and the hallway, as well:
Except for biting my feet overzealously, she's off to a positive start.
Watchcat Collette has been biting my feet fairly often lately, so I thought wearing shoes around her yesterday would discourage that behavior. It didn't work. She went wild, attempting to bite my feet through the shoes and then biting my legs when that didn't work. I wish she wouldn't do that. However, I take comfort in knowing that she applies that same tenacity to intruders, as a good watchcat should:
As guardians of their assigned sector's security, watchcats will inevitably have confidential discussions about security tactics:
Thanks to Watchcat Sammy's vigilance, no one except the owner of these shoes stood a chance of getting near them in April 2012:
Being a watchcat takes a lot of confidence--and, sometimes, a menacing countenance:
Watchcat Rosie didn't let scratching an itch detract her from testing a racetrack's durability in September 2012:
