In my next life, I’m coming back as a cat. They get their meals served up to them without having to wait in the grocery store check-out line behind an imbecile on his phone and a dented can collector. Their cinema is watching birds and listening for crumpled papers. And they never get flustered when bad weather is in the forecast.
Mark Twain believed the cat was impervious to the man-made punishments of the world, above them. And he also believed that if man and cat were to be merged, it would be a really bad deal for the cat. To which I agree.
PS- What a brat! And a beautiful one. And totally deserving of free meals and cinema.
Awe…now this is a keeper. Look at that little contented face knowing nothing is as good then when one learns how to just be.
I just love this photo Dale, a Morris lookalike. I had one named Mugsy who I adored. A stray that wandered into our house one day, my mother adopting him like the son she never had who loved her in return.
He got hit by a car running across the street to meet her as she pulled up in the driveway. It broke her heart. But memories, you always awaken, whether happy or poignant, are such a gift to all your devotees. π
Memories are like files, suddenly one pops open. The other day I used the phrase to someone…you just popped a file, and he didn’t get it. My innate wryness lost on him. sigh
She (I should put her name under the pics) is the cutest little brat. We call her Tiny-Cat but her name is Omelette. So glad you feel the warmth and cozy.
My kids send me photos like this pretty often. I have three grandcats between my two kids and have found them to be entertaining and useful on a number of occasions.
The second one was first fostered and then adopted. The adoption was finalized when my now SIL took responsibility from his future bride for the schizo crazy kitty his future bride had taken on. By that kind and caring gesture alone, I knew he was a keeper.
My latest grandcat was handpicked for my other daughter by her boyfriend who is a vet in training and was working at an animal shelter at the time. Besides being a good provider of medical care for all my grandcats, my possibly future SIL has trained the first girl among my grands to do tricks, like flushing the toilet and turning off the lights.
I love being around all my kids and my grands and just hope to reconquer my allergy to the latter so they can conspire to pick one out as a future companion for me.
Q
In my next life, I’m coming back as a cat. They get their meals served up to them without having to wait in the grocery store check-out line behind an imbecile on his phone and a dented can collector. Their cinema is watching birds and listening for crumpled papers. And they never get flustered when bad weather is in the forecast.
Mark Twain believed the cat was impervious to the man-made punishments of the world, above them. And he also believed that if man and cat were to be merged, it would be a really bad deal for the cat. To which I agree.
PS- What a brat! And a beautiful one. And totally deserving of free meals and cinema.
B
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B,
Of course a cat who is loved and taken care of not some alley cat lording it over the others… A cat with a family gets the best deal, that’s for sure.
I think Mark Twain was right. On all counts.
She is. That was my clean laundry I had just dumped on my bed for folding. I turned around and there she was… And I let her stay π
Q
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Depends on the alley in that case. Is the alley cat living in Beverly Hills? A block off a gated community?
Twain was right on a lot of counts.
Like I said . .what a brat!!
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You have quite the point on that one!
That he was.
And yes! She is so much!
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I mean, assuming the cats in Beverly Hills don’t have their own condos . . . even the street cats, that is.
SO much!
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There is that.
Indeed.
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Woot!
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Awe…now this is a keeper. Look at that little contented face knowing nothing is as good then when one learns how to just be.
I just love this photo Dale, a Morris lookalike. I had one named Mugsy who I adored. A stray that wandered into our house one day, my mother adopting him like the son she never had who loved her in return.
He got hit by a car running across the street to meet her as she pulled up in the driveway. It broke her heart. But memories, you always awaken, whether happy or poignant, are such a gift to all your devotees. π
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Isn’t she the cutest? We call her Tiny-Cat but her name is Omelette. She is small for a cat (we like them that way π And she is such a brat!
I dumped my laundry on my bed for folding, went to put another load in the washer, came up and there she was. Well. I let her stay. Spoiled brat.
Oh, how lovely that Mugsy was adopted by your mother.
And how sad to lose him that way. Life teaches us so many lessons…
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He died with his Puss in Boots on, as they say.
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Hopefully quickly…
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I just remember my mother covering him with a blanket and my father coming out in tears. I was around 10.
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Awww… that is so sad.
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Many, many moons ago.
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But still in your memory
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Memories are like files, suddenly one pops open. The other day I used the phrase to someone…you just popped a file, and he didn’t get it. My innate wryness lost on him. sigh
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Yes, so very true. You could have confused him all the more by saying your Rolodex is filled with memories… π
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Dear Dale,
Aww. I can hear him purring. Nothing more relaxing than that sound. Your photos exude peace and warmth. Nice to see first off on a Wednesday.
Shalom and losta warm, furry hugs,
Rochelle
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Dear Rochelle,
She (I should put her name under the pics) is the cutest little brat. We call her Tiny-Cat but her name is Omelette. So glad you feel the warmth and cozy.
Shalom and lotsa comfy love,
Dale
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Oops, my bad. I shoulda know’d that. I knew she had a food name but couldn’t remember it. Meow meow morning meow. π
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Nah… nothing to meow about. She didn’t notice π
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Now this starts my day with a smile.
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Now I’ve got a smile π
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Top picture: pure contentment. Second picture: be afraid, be very afraid . . .
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Oh yes. She was very content!
And she thinks she’s fierce. We can’t take her seriously, though. She’s a brat!
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I see you have ‘editor meetings’ with the boss, too. πΈ
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Oh yes. When she is not being rude and jumping onto my clean laundry the second I turn away…
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π
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Beautiful, Dale. I love orange cats. Mine lived to be 22.
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Thank you, John. She is a cutie. A troublemaker, but a cutie π
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They are the best kid. My 22 pounder took off a screen door once. He wanted in, no doubt about it.
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22 pounder! I shouldn’t say a thing, Iain’s cat must weigh close to that.
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He was all muscle
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Ours isn’t π
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Omelette? Thereβs a story there. Cute kitty.
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Yeah. My daughter wanted to have a breakfast name… So.. π and she is cute and she is trouble.
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My kids send me photos like this pretty often. I have three grandcats between my two kids and have found them to be entertaining and useful on a number of occasions.
The second one was first fostered and then adopted. The adoption was finalized when my now SIL took responsibility from his future bride for the schizo crazy kitty his future bride had taken on. By that kind and caring gesture alone, I knew he was a keeper.
My latest grandcat was handpicked for my other daughter by her boyfriend who is a vet in training and was working at an animal shelter at the time. Besides being a good provider of medical care for all my grandcats, my possibly future SIL has trained the first girl among my grands to do tricks, like flushing the toilet and turning off the lights.
I love being around all my kids and my grands and just hope to reconquer my allergy to the latter so they can conspire to pick one out as a future companion for me.
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Aww… That is lovely! Thank you for sharing your story! You are surrounded by lovely people!
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