First she was a kitten.  She liked to lay on my work table while I made jewelry.  It was a big table, she was a small cat. In this picture, she had gotten a little bigger.

She likes to be involved in other parts of making  jewelry too, so I started calling her My Assistant. 

Then she got bigger, then full grown, and then she began to develop an attitude about whether she should be able to stretch out on the table, and why I might find that inconvenient.  Then sometimes she gave me “the LOOK.”

Lately, I’ve been getting ready for a jewelry show, and have a lot of stuff on the table.  So much so that I shouldn’t be showing off how messy it looks!  So now she’s bigger, the table has shrunk cos it’s covered with stuff, and today she thought she would stretch out and have a good ole snooze.

The problem with all this is that she gets upset cos I need the things she’s laying on, and bites me!  She thinks, I guess, that since she is The Assistant, she should have peace while she lays on the work table.  We’ve had some little arguments about this, but today I discovered a secret. 

She hates whistling, I guess it hurts her ears.  I’m not a whistler, but a few times I have whistled since I’ve  had her (or she has me, I guess….) and she stared at me like I was doing something awful, and took off the other direction!  So today, with work to do and a crowded table, I decided to whistle, to see what would happen.  It works like a charm!  No hard feelings, no argument. She just got up, gave me The LOOK, and got down and went to nap somewhere else.

Sometimes it pays to keep things simple.  This is a wonderful cat.