Mr. Kitty literally walked into our lives through a hedge. I never was a “cat person” but it was Mr. Kitty who turned that around. I was away at a conference in Vancouver when I made my nightly call home. This is how the conversation went:
“Guess what Mommy, I have a kitten!!”
“I have a kitten!!”
“Put your Daddy on the phone.”
“What does he mean, he has a kitten???!!!!”
Two days later I returned. The kitten was still there. This is how the story of his arrival goes:
It was a stormy night, the kind where the rain is falling in sheets. Winston, our then dog, was outside barking and barking, which he never did. My husband went out to see what the racket was about and this teeny tiny kitten emerged from the hedge, sopping wet and stinking like rotten fish. He…
The Ragtag Daily Prompt today is cat. Appropriate for a cat blog! I have already reblogged one of the cat stories written for this prompt.
A few months ago, I started noticing a cinnamon colored cat sitting on the sidewalk about 3 houses down from mine. She was extremely friendly: I would make a friendly cat noise and she would run to me and rub against me. When I petted her, she’d lay down on the sidewalk and roll around, getting little dirt flecks from the sidewalk on her fur. She couldn’t get enough of my attention! I worried that she would follow me and she did at first, but I turned around and firmly told her, “No, kitty! Stay there!” and she did.She wears a collar, and from a tag on it I found out her name is Meredith. Up to that point, she had been just “Cinnamon” to me.Then I stopped seeing her and I wondered if something had happened to her. To my relief, about a week ago I saw her running across the street. I miss seeing her on my walks, though!
I really am more of a dog person, but when we lived in faculty housing in California, only cats were allowed. I was enduring chemotherapy for colon cancer, and a friend advised Douglas and me that having a pet would help reduce my stress levels, so we decided to follow their advice and get a cat.
When I met Douglas, he had a cat named Rudy, who, unfortunately, did not seem to like me, as every time I was around him, he hissed and then nipped me on the ankles. I must admit that I did not like Rudy, so I was somewhat hesitant to become a cat owner, because what if all cats hated me?
But I was game for a pet. Once at the shelter, we decided not to get kittens, as we both worked and had no time for training them. The problem came when I…
Nancy Merrill has a weekly photo challenge: A Photo a Week. The theme this week is quintessential.According to the Merriam Webster Dictionary, quintessential means perfectly typical or representative of a particular kind of person or thing.
Here are some new pictures of Hazel, our quintessential cat!
Today, sitting on the coffee table. Maybe she’s checking the time on Dale’s cell phone!
Belly rub, perhaps?
This is CLEAN laundry – Hazel never gets into the laundry basket with dirty laundry!
We were donating several jackets to Goodwill, which we piled on a chair. Of course Hazel claimed the pile as her favorite sleeping spot!