I thought I would write all twenty-six posts without them--I refrained from using them for Day C--but today I lack the vitality necessary to think of anything new. So on Day V I fall back on Cats. William and Ernest. As I recently posted, Ernest and I are having a disagreement over seating positions. My … Continue reading V Is for Vitality, Lack of: #atozchallenge
The following article, first published here on November 26, 2017, focuses on one of the most Shocking Crimes in the annals of our nation, and on the three Heroic Felines who helped Investigators Crack the Case. *** Muffy, Puffy, and Sybil-Margaret "Pud-Pud" Poff Cleared of All Wrongdoing, FBI Reports Three cats suspected of helping owner … Continue reading C Is for Current Events Redux + Updates: #AtoZChallenge
Those who'll play with cats must expect to be scratched. ~ Miguel de Cervantes Some consequences you can predict. Some you can't predict. Some you should predict but don't. It's the last of the three that'll get you. I had just read a brief bio in my memoir class and turned to leave the lectern, … Continue reading Just Like Audrey, Almost
Nov. 26: Ordered quilt online; multi-cat design; not quilt in picture, and not cat either Nov. 27: Received email confirmation; processing time 5-7 days; everything handmade and impeccably "sawn"; hoped quilt would be more impeccable than proofreading Dec. 1, 4, 7, and 8: Received emails re more quilts available for order Dec. 10: Received … Continue reading This Emptor Should Have Caveated
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Christmas Compromise, 2009 Posted on Whiskertips, December 24, 2009, when William and Ernest were still young adults. If you read my earlier post, our Christmas treehas been the subject of intense, but not unexpected, conflict. As soon as the tree lit up, so did William and Ernest.William had to be physically restrained from chewing … Continue reading A Tale of Two Christmases
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In Part 1 of Cat Talking, I conceded that, although it's been scientifically demonstrated that people who talk to their pets--anthropomorphize--are more intelligent than those who don't, I might not be quite so smart as other pet talkers. In fact, I admitted my IQ might be three points below that of the sea sponge. For … Continue reading Cat Talking, Part 2
An article posted on Facebook--my chief source of information these days--states that people who talk to their pets are smarter than those who don't. This is not news. We pet owners have always known we're more intelligent than the rest of the population. If the rest of the population didn't know this, that wasn't our … Continue reading Cat Talking
We have a fountain. It gurgles. The gurgling is supposed to remind the cats to drink. We installed it in the living room. The Quality always have a fountain in the living room. It works but doesn't fulfill its original purpose. Ernest was skeptical. When he stuck his paw into the water, we knew he'd … Continue reading It Ain’t the Trevi, but It’s Ours
I'm collapsed on the bed at the Holiday Inn Express in downtown Fort Worth. I am tired. Between sentence #1 and sentence #2, I stopped and tried to scrape a little black bug off the side of the monitor--it was at the very edge of the screen, and I had no idea where it came … Continue reading The Life of an Artiste and Cat H—, Part II
We're on our way to the Fort Worth Indie Film Festival. All we have to do is get William and Ernest into the carriers and haul them to the vet's. They watched us pack, said, "We may be crazy, but we ain't stupid," and crawled under the bed. This is why one shouldn't go to … Continue reading The Life of the Artiste or, Being a Cat Owner is H—
A recent Paws N Reflect post displays a picture of a cat and a quotation about realigning oneself. For the rest of this post to make sense, please click here and read the quotation. Thank you. The juxtaposition of cat and quotation prompted a question: Do cats really realign themselves? Initially, I said, No. Cats come into the … Continue reading Pavlov’s Cat