Just Like Audrey, Almost

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

A Tale of Two Christmases

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

Cat Talking, Part 2

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

Cat Talking

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

It Ain’t the Trevi, but It’s Ours

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

“Invisible Men Invade Earth” Wins at What the Fest

The video "Invisible Men Invade Earth," written, directed, and produced by David Davis, was declared What the Fest Winner Judge's Pick at Dallas' Pocket Sandwich Theatre last night.* Judges said "Invisible Men" has a "purity" that shows it comes from a "place of love," and they could tell David made it simply because he wanted … Continue reading “Invisible Men Invade Earth” Wins at What the Fest

The Life of an Artiste and Cat H—, Part II

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

The Life of the Artiste or, Being a Cat Owner is H—

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—

Pavlov’s Cat

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

The Davises, Dieting

The Davises are dieting. We discovered William's blood sugar was running high. The veterinarian prescribed an increase in insulin dosage. To pinpoint the cause--he may have become insulin resistant; I may have been giving his injections incorrectly--we need better data. When his diabetes was diagnosed, we switched to a special brand of catfood but, on … Continue reading The Davises, Dieting

William and Me: Annual Report

For several months, William has been taking insulin injections. The good news is that he cooperates, mostly. If he's downstairs when shot time comes around, David grabs him and puts him on his lap; I give the shot. If he's upstairs on the bed, that's different. David goes up first and pets him. I follow … Continue reading William and Me: Annual Report