Mall cops I've been on this…shall we say…”adventure” for the past couple of weeks. This adventure, which will come screeching to a brutal, violent halt in a week or two, has involved staying in hotel rooms, doing lots of driving, some flying, and a long list of pretty much everything else I never do in my daily life on the ranch: Eating in restaurants, being among other human beings, ordering coffee from room service, having someone else wash my towels and no scooping manure. But quite possibly nothing has been more surreal than my experience at the Mall of America in Minneapolis. We went to the mall for my signing of my cook book when the boys and I met a man who led us to a labyrinth of concrete corridors and hallways. “But I was just supposed to come sign a few cookbooks,” I told the man. The man introduced us to a couple of mall cops who, I was told, would be by my side the entire time. “Oh…oh, there must be some mistake. I'm just here to sign a few cookbooks. I don't need…I don't need a mall cop. And I certainly don't need two.” The mall cops…they didn't so much listen to me. I couldn't shake them! I tried, but mall cops are pretty sharp. They never, ever leave their wingman. Anyway, they walked me through and over and under and around, and we finally came to a bathroom door, though it turned out not to be a bathroom door. By then it hit me: I've been mistaken for someone else. They think I was Ashlee Simpson. It must be the hair! I've got to get back and fast. Then…I realized that all these Ashlee Simpson fans happened to have copies of my cookbook with them. So I decided to use that as an opportunity to sit down and have some adult conversation. It's a delicacy for me. “You're much older than I thought you were, Ashlee!” said a girl. Despite her disappointment and my resulting depression, this gal was so sweet! But seriously. All kidding aside: everyone was so wonderful. So nice. As in, I want to move to Minnesota. I had so much fun, and after the initial nervous case of flop sweat, I settled in and felt really comfortable and welcomed. Of course, it helps to take your five-year-old son along. Thank you, Minneapolis, for such a wonderful time. I loved every minute of it! You guys were just the best. — Funblogs.com Cat behavior There is no fixed rule on cat behavior. Each cat that I had was pretty individualistic although you might spot some similarity. And between a stray-in-the-wild cats versus that of a domesticated house cat, again there will be differences in their behavior as well. Having had four house cats, I could give some general cat behavior and yet each has their own idiosyncrasies. There are many books written about general cat behaviors but somehow, some don't quite seem to match with those that I experience, while some seem to correlate. If cat could talk, we might know more about they were thinking but alas they can only meow, and we leave it to the social cat researchers to dig out some of those unfathomable meows. It has also been said that their fur markings is an indicator of cat behavior as well and it is closely related to their genetic mark up. The fur marking is also an indicator to their pedigree that is related to the cat, and like dogs, each pedigree will exhibit their own characteristics. So far from what I can decipher from the cats that I have own to some of the cats that belonged to others as well as cats in the streets gave me a general overview of cat behavior. It might not be an accurate observation, then again, this is just for my own understanding of what to expect if you happen to meet with this type of cats.
