Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Our Peculiar Aristocratic Titles - part one

My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is:
Empress Clarissa the Disheveled of Bow under Bumpstead
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My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is:
Bishop Lord Sable the Superficial of Throcking by Hampton
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My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is:
Reverend Lady Jazzpurr the Superficial of Melbury Bubblewick
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Monday, July 30, 2007

Meezer Monday



Memphis always looks so regal to me. He is such a joy and really quite quiet for being a Meezer!

Monday, July 16, 2007

Meezer Monday



Ssshhhhhh.....leave sleeping cats lay....

Thursday, July 12, 2007

Thoughtful Thursday

>>> The Geranium Farm <bccrafton@geraniumfarm.org> 7/11/07 2:50 PM >>>

BATTLE SCARS

Q appeared at the door while my meeting was still going on.

Where's Charlotte? he wanted to know. Charlotte is a nurse. I noticed one of his hands was wrapped in a kitchen towel. Hmmn.

Charlotte's in Oklahoma, everyone said.

Oh, he said. Well, could I talk to you for a moment?

I got up and gestured to Joan, also a nurse, to come with me.

The back of Q's unwrapped hand was an amazing sight -- almost black, and swollen to twice its normal size.

Banana got me. Banana is Grace Next Door's ancient cat, in whom there is clearly a great deal of life left. He was feeding Banana while Grace was away overnight, and had attempted to pick him up and put him into his basement apartment. It was hard to imagine, but one claw did all that.

I'll say.

Joan looked at it and asked about the initial bleeding, which had been copious. That was good news. Wash it well with peroxide and then ice it well. Hold it up for a while, too.

Q went back across the street to follow her instructions. By the time the meeting was over and we had sat down to dinner, the swelling was almost gone. This morning, it was barely noticeable.

Q's not one to hold a grudge; he declined my offer to feed Banana this morning. Later, Banana was outside, securing the perimeter of his yard when I went out to get the cats' breakfast dishes in.

How old are you, Banana?

Nearly twenty human, they say.

Want to make twenty-one? Don't scratch Q again.

He tried to kidnap me.

He did not. He was just putting you in your bed.

I don't like to be put places by people I don't know.

Banana, we've lived next door to you your entire life.

Well, I like to go places on my own.


Cats are funny. We spent the time after dinner last night watching What's-Her-Name and Kitten chase fireflies, and feeding them bits of our poached salmon. Kitten is warming to us, but he still doesn't want to be picked up, not since I caught him and turned him upside down for what he considered a humiliating inspection of his equipment. But I had to know, I reasoned; we can't have him knocking up all the female cats in town when he comes of age.

I guess there are cultures into which we cannot penetrate, even with a change for the better. In a few weeks, I hope he'll be willing to get closer, close enough for us to grab him and get him to the vet for a shot and a snip, something he's sure to resent if he thinks about it.

Let's hope there has been some heart and mind won. We're doing the best we can.

Monday, July 9, 2007

Meezer Monday



This is Memphis. When he's not sleeping in my bean's room he will be found on top of the cat tree (or on the living room sofa). He is very handsome and mom is still enchanted by his blue eyes. We still don't know why this sweet guy was in the city animal shelter, but sure are glad to have him in our home.