Cats Rule
I just finished reading about Sasha's little Leroy Leo which stirred fond memories of my many cats. My cat population has changed quite a bit throughout the years, but I have always had at least one cat in my life. I remember all of them and really miss the ones who are gone. Most recently missing in action are my crazy Smokey and my beloved Cowboy. I once thought that my neighbor had snatched Smokey because she liked her so much but then Carolyn saw a hawk carrying off Cowboy and I fear Smokey met the same fate. They were both avid hunters and their hunts would take them far out into the fields where they became the prey. I really miss them.
You will remember that once I complained about too many cats but now I am hoping I don't have to part with the 6 cats I have left.
1. Winslow - still loved and worshiped by all the other cats and respected by the dogs.
2. Little Autumn - still very little, very cute and a very happy cat in an air head sort of way.
3. Dizzy Gizzy - my best bud. He is HUGE and doesn't realize it. The other cats don't like to play with him partly because he doesn't know his own strength and partly because he does not recognize limits.
4. Dwezel - tends to keep to herself when it comes to the other cats but she loves to come in for a good cuddle and a nap.
5. Peaches - a big, beautiful, refined young lady who's devotion to Winslow sometimes gets on his last nerve.
6. Little Augie - avoids human contact but does have a wonderful relationship with Winslow, Autumn and Peaches. Like Smokey and Cowboy she is an avid hunter and I am so hoping she doesn't meet the same fate.
I enjoy my cats so much even though they are all so different. Even as I write this blog I have the pleasure of Gizzy's company as he alternates between curling up on my lap and stretching out in front of my computer screen. He loves to be where ever I am. He follows me around outside and stays right with me when I let him inside. All the other cats grace me with their presence from time to time but Gizzy is just a good buddy. But, like I said, I really enjoy all my cats.
Animals provide such an interesting perspective to life. Dogs or cats, goats or horses, chickens or cockatiels, turtles or gold fish... each little spirit has a unique personality which enriches our own human experience. What a blessing it is to be able to have these sweet spirits in our lives.
TTFN :)
You will remember that once I complained about too many cats but now I am hoping I don't have to part with the 6 cats I have left.
1. Winslow - still loved and worshiped by all the other cats and respected by the dogs.
2. Little Autumn - still very little, very cute and a very happy cat in an air head sort of way.
3. Dizzy Gizzy - my best bud. He is HUGE and doesn't realize it. The other cats don't like to play with him partly because he doesn't know his own strength and partly because he does not recognize limits.
4. Dwezel - tends to keep to herself when it comes to the other cats but she loves to come in for a good cuddle and a nap.
5. Peaches - a big, beautiful, refined young lady who's devotion to Winslow sometimes gets on his last nerve.
6. Little Augie - avoids human contact but does have a wonderful relationship with Winslow, Autumn and Peaches. Like Smokey and Cowboy she is an avid hunter and I am so hoping she doesn't meet the same fate.
I enjoy my cats so much even though they are all so different. Even as I write this blog I have the pleasure of Gizzy's company as he alternates between curling up on my lap and stretching out in front of my computer screen. He loves to be where ever I am. He follows me around outside and stays right with me when I let him inside. All the other cats grace me with their presence from time to time but Gizzy is just a good buddy. But, like I said, I really enjoy all my cats.
Animals provide such an interesting perspective to life. Dogs or cats, goats or horses, chickens or cockatiels, turtles or gold fish... each little spirit has a unique personality which enriches our own human experience. What a blessing it is to be able to have these sweet spirits in our lives.
TTFN :)
posted by Kathleen Hawkins at 4:43 PM
4 Comments:
Animals really are the best. I am so glad that I was born to a mama who made them a part of my life from day one. My connection with animals absolutely enriches my life. So many people who didn't get the pleasure of growing up with pets will never quite understand this feeling. For anyone out there without a pet, I highly recommend trying it. It will change your life! Your cats are awsome mom! I'm so sorry to hear about Smokey and Cowboy. I miss Winslow! Do you ever remember what happened to my other cat Mo. He was a beautiful orange one and he and Winslow were great friends. I was thinking about him the other day for some reason and couldn't for the life of me remember what happened to him. I had him in Ogden. Hope you are well. Did you get my email about no dogs in the condo in St. George? What are you going to do about Rusty? I'll be to Boise on Monday. When will I see you? Love you. . . xoxoxo
Didn't we think that Mo got, (shall we say), adopted by a child up, (or down), the street? Remember how personalble he was? There were always these kids trying to play with him and I always thought they snatched him.
Remember that yellow cat we had in Fresno in the little red house who you used to dress up and haul around? He used to suck on his tail like it was a baby bottle, (yuck! just thinking about it makes me gag), and seemed to just love it when you dressed him up and carried him around or put him in your baby stroller. I think he got snatched too. Most yellow cats are really sweet. I guess they are just irresistable and somehow people think it is okay to just take them.
Tom Googley got hit by a car though.
Love you! Check your email. TTFN :)
I do remember that cat that sucked his tail. I've tried to get every cat I know to do the same, but no other has taken to it like that one. Bolo was his name, remember? He was such a dear and so tolerant of me. I would dress him in cabbage patch doll clothes, pretend he was a girl of course, hold him like a baby and feed him his own tail (you always thought is was gross. . . even then. . . I can remember you telling me to "get that tail out of his mouth Sasha!"), and push him around in my little pink stroller with the green flowers on it. What a cool cat!
I bet you're right about both Bolo and Mo getting snatched. Why would someone do that to another person's kitten/son I wonder?
I did check my email, but haven't seen anything. Maybe you were referring to the one I already got? I sent you one back. . .
Get in touch with me about your schedule next week so we can try and connect while I'm in Boise.
I talked to Mark this morning. . .
Love you! xoxoxo
Can I get a something new to read please? Would love to hear some recent farm tales. . . or anything at all. Love you. xoxo
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