Ethel said it was a bad idea to mix a cat and a spider. She said it ain't Christian. Guess I shoulda listened to her -- I knew that when I took 'er out the vat. But once I get my mind set on somethin' there ain't no tellin' me nothin', by God.
I call 'er "Bilhah", from the Bible. She looks sorta neat, I reckon. Bilhah has eight legs, all splayed to the side with cat paws on 'em, and she runs to and fro and up the walls like a weird lizard or somethin'. Praise Jesus. She'd be cute if it weren't for her pedipalps and swoll abdomen... those kinda ruin the effect.
But all these blamed fur-dusted cobwebs have got to go. 'Specially the ones with mummified mice in'em.
Bilhah left us a bird on the doorstep Thursday. Bless 'er heart. The thing is, it was mostly digested by the time we got to it. A puddle of feathers and goo with a beak in it. I swear. And that was one helluva mess to clean up. Pardon m'French.
Oh, that ain't hissin'. She likes ya just fine. I reckon it's hard to purr with book lungs, y'see. Scratch right behind the head, that's her sweet spot.
I'm debatin' about this egg sack over in the corner of the garage I found yestaday. Should I let it hatch? Don't seem quite right not to, bein' they'd be Bilhah's babies and she's been mostly good. And I still think these things'd make some neat pets. Mebee give some to the grandkids and the Thompsons? I'll ask Pastor Kennedy about it when I head up to town today.