Today it was Woody, not Percy, that had to talk, and talk a lot. I’m not sure why he wanted outside so badly. It’s rather hot outside, positively muggy even. There’s talk of thunderstorms, of tornadoes. Woody wanted outside in that? Yet to leave him inside, he’d have kept me awake all night talking. I’ve … Continue reading More On Talking Cats
Why, oh why Percy, must you talk all the time? I think I much preferred Percy when he didn’t talk at all, which was the past year up until, oh, a few weeks ago. Now, he talks. Loud. Often. Persistent. If the past in any guide, tonight, in the early hours of the morning, he’ll … Continue reading On Talking Cats
Percival, within the past few weeks, has decided he likes to talk. He used to be such a quiet cat, and now he has things to say. I think I preferred him when he was quiet. The bolt on my bedroom door’s knob doesn’t work. Well, actually it does, but it doesn’t hit the plate … Continue reading On Cats and Sleeping
Happiness is watching the two-hour Boston Legal season finale cuddling two cats craving attention.
Percy hyperventilates on a regular basis. It’s how he falls asleep. It’s a strange thing to watch. He’ll lie down, and then he’ll start to breath hard and fast. Five minutes of this, and he’ll pass out, and then he’s gone for six, eight hours. My sister asked about this one day–she saw Percy while … Continue reading On Hyperventilation
I had some film developed, and here’s a picture of Percival worth sharing.
No particular reason for posting these today. Guinevere took ill and died suddenly several years ago. She was a polydactyl–she had three thumbs. I discovered today that I had these two photos on my hard drive for reasons unknown, and because it’s my webpage I thought I’d share. In this first picture you can almost … Continue reading On Old Photos
I have a needy cat in my lap. Woody hasn’t done this in a while. He came up to the desk, jumped into my lap, made himself at home with a bath, and promptly passed out. He’s in the way. Typing is difficult. Needy! Needy! Needy! I think I may shove the Woodrow out of … Continue reading On a Needy Cat
Today’s purchases. A new scratching post for the kittens. A cat toy on a string, attached to a stick, for my grandmother. She loves watching the kittens play, though sometimes she thinks they play a little too rough with one another. She won’t touch them, though, and perhaps an interactive toy, one she can dangle … Continue reading On Cat Toys
Saturday my grandmother couldn’t stand the kittens. They ran around too much. They invaded her space. They stared at her. They made her itch. They made her sneeze. Yesterday she enjoyed watching them run around the dining room. Seeing Percival nap on the dining room floor, plopped over on his belly, made her laugh. Today … Continue reading On the Kittens and my Grandmother
Cats hate water. Or so I’ve always been told. But Woody loves to drink out of the toilet; in fact, he gets terribly upset if the toilet seat is down, and from time to time he’s been known to pull the lever to watch the water go down. The kittens had been outside playing, and … Continue reading On Kittens and Baths
One of the kittens was hit by a car this morning. I was sitting on the porch eating breakfast when it happened. After the hit the kitten ran into a nearby flower bed and collapsed. When I reached it it was breathing. I knelt down and knew. I picked up the kitten, and by the time … Continue reading On Burying a Pet