Saturday, October 30, 2010
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Down-time. As you can see, we are a family that loves relaxing. Nothing beats cuddling up with a cat right after school, before homework and football practice.
The 17-year-old brown cat tolerates the kittens just so he can be with us.
The 12-year-old tortie does not like to be in the middle of mayhem. She has always slept with our son and does not join all the commotion in the family room in the afternoons. Here she claims a Highlights.
Monday, October 11, 2010
So begins Cleo: the Cat who Mended a Family by Helen Brown. Poor Helen. She's like my husband, who didn't know you don't just "look" at kittens. The writing is exquisite in this book. But I'll admit I stopped reading it for a couple of days when tragedy hits the family. I simply could not go on. My own daughter is nine. And to even imagine losing her to some freak auto-accident is a place I cannot go to and remain sane.
Now that I'm in the thick of it, I'm savoring it. There is love after loss. Even laughter. My family thinks I'm bonkers sitting in a corner cackling to myself as I read this book. I can't help but think of the half finished stories of my own first cat. I got him at a tumultuous time in my life ... he's still with us (17 years old), still demanding our attention, still behaving like an Indian husband. Ah, yes, he deserves his own book. Someday.
I was a bit put-off by the cover saying: the next Marley and Me. Don't get me wrong. I've read it. Enjoyed it. But Cleo is nothing like Marley. For heaven's sake, don't the people who market know anything about cats and dogs? Marley is a dog. And some of us are right offended by the comparison. Puh-leeeese.
So, cat lovers ... get this book. Cleo will burrow into your own heart as have other cats. Perhaps it will jog some of your own cherished kitten and cat memories. Pen them. Write a tribute.
I love the title chapter and subheadings. Here's a sampling:
Choice ~ A cat chooses its owner, not the other way around.
A Name ~ There's only one correct name for a cat -- Your Majesty.
Loss ~ Unlike humans, cats are accustomed to loss.
The Intruder ~ A cat doesn't go where it's invited. It appears where its needed.
Trust ~ A cat is always in the right place at exactly the right time.
I could go on and on, but you simply must get the book, curl up with your own feline and enjoy this book for yourself.
ps: I wish the owners of Marley and other dogs and their owners only well. After all, we also have a lovable doggy in the house. But cats are cats and dogs are dogs, and the two shall not compare. Cats rule!
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Friday, October 1, 2010
Here's my son, trying to get the kittens out of the bag. I put a stop to that.
After we got home, I took a nap with one of the kittens. It's been a rough two weeks for me with intractable migraines ... these furry, purry pets bring such comfort and joy. God's creatures are marvelous ... and we are one of them as well.