Today's post is in honour of International Cat Lover's Day. Actually if the truth be known, I have no idea if it is that day or if one even exists. What I do know is that I have several friends that are Cat Lovers and I will honour their love of cats.
The first friend I'm thinking of is Lorna. She had an adorable cat named Mitzie. Mitzie was always a bit shy around me but I was never disappointed in her keen sense of smell. She could be sound asleep in the bedroom upstairs and would be down in a flash if Lorna opened up a container of Yogurt. Mitzie liked to sit in a high chair to observe family dinners.
The second friend that I'm thinking of is Dorothy. She has two somewhat obscure boys cats named Girly Girl and . . . Trudsy. Dorothy's cats are seldom seen but occasionally they are sighted making a quick run for their private domain. They live very comfortable lifestyles and are loved dearly.
Then I have a new pen pal friend named Jill who has two ridiculous boy cats one of which likes to pose for pictures. Reading her posts lately I have thought about how my two boy cats liked to pose for me in pictures and I dug some oldies out to prove it.
The big white cat was Oliver and we brought him back with us one year from well. . . Oliver, where we had gone on Vacation. He would not be considered tractable but I liked him nonetheless. I featured him in a story with our dog Otis on November 20. He was quite a handful if I'm honest. Our guests were a bit afraid of him and would quickly glance around the house when they entered to be sure there would not be an imminent attack. His favorite trick would be to hide outside the washroom door where there was just enough space underneath for him to reach his leg and swat people while they were . . lets just say . .otherwise occupied. I would know he was up to no good when I would hear screams coming from down the hallway. On one occasion I had to have him sit down and write a letter of regret at his lack of hospitality. Fortunately this was to my friend Brenda who was a cat lover herself and understood the ways of Cats.
The black and white cat was Sweet Pea and he was pretty happy to go outside and torment our dog and often brought me back a present from the field. He was quite happy to sit on someones lap and be entertained as you can see in the picture of Sweet Pea and Stuart.
We are without felines presently. It became apparent that I was maybe allergic to cats and so the cats then became farm cats and well. . .they just don't live forever do they?
All this just to say that my cats and perhaps all cats really have quite good amounts of self esteem. While they offer us not much more than entertainment and the occasional snuggle we somehow are amused by their antics and personalities.
Well, this was just a silly post and I'm determined to accomplish great domestic things today and have a walk so I won't waste one more moment deliberating whether this post was at all intelligent or not. I would love to hear your cat story so leave me a line so that your cat can be honoured as well in my comment section.