Today is freezing weather and snowy, so icy, slushy. Virginians aren’t terrific at snow to start with. So this storm- they got the worst of winter on steroids. If the power goes out, there will be weeping and mourning in the streets, as if the judgment of God were upon us. That is what the Bible says about snow storms anyhow. Not necessarily a judgment upon whom its snowed. But, a sign of judgment none-the-less.

Lyle is in my small apartment with me today. He doesn’t want to go out. He’s tried ten times and like a mom with a bored child at home I try to encourage him in any direction to keep him from getting under foot. My apartment has about 30 square feet of space to walk about. Cut that area in half and share it with an unpredictable animal and someone is bound to get tangled up (me- most likely.)

Lyle by day normally is out and about seeing all the business there is to see outside my door. He visits the neighbors who care for stray animals generously. He gets snacks. The lady up the road is mean and ornery. He spends time in her beautiful garden which she labors at compulsively. (I think he likes living on the edge.) He likes to observe the comings and goings of delivery vehicles in the neighborhood, who gets groceries. Another friendly neighbor offers him a treat, because he is cute.

But, Lyle can’t observe the on-goings in the neighborhood today because of the storm. So, he is observing me instead in our small apartment, which is barely fit for one inhabitant let alone one with a small lion.

I cooked beans today he wanted to see them. He played with a bean a bit. Not quite as interesting as a bird or a bug, rather dull really. A bean. Then I went to work on my computer, he was observing me there carefully. Technology is not so interesting to cats. But that is what’s happening in the tiny apartment.

Lyle is always first to the fridge, trying to buffalo me into doing his will and purpose which is to pull out a cat buffet. When I wash dishes, he is there. When I sit in my chair – he is on my lap immediately.

Poor Lyle, not much action in the tiny apartment today. For me, its kind of like Google ads following me around everywhere I go online.

Lyle is stalking me because he is a cat. It’s his nature to observe things and play with them. I am the only action in the apartment today. That’s his excuse…

What’s Google’s?