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“I’m so lonely here by myself during the day, and there’s free kitty advertised on the radio. Can I get it? Please?” That’s the way the phone call began our third week of marriage. But I was newlywed-husband adamant. “Absolutely not! Cats carry germs and suck the breath out of babies. Mother said so. No cats!” She [...] I'm not sure when we started feeding him. Six months ago… about. Just a sad feral kitty under a dumpster behind Sonic. We'd go at various times, sometimes catching a glimpse of the shadowy phantom hopping out of a dumpster and skittering for cover, food scraps dangling from his mouth. I figured that he (we assumed he [...] "Never touch a purring kitten" had been my longstanding, firm admonition. But when the tiny black beast appeared on our doorstep on Morningside Drive almost 20 years ago, my wife buckled–and fed the little waif. Being maxed out with feline boarders, though, new quarters had to be found. The logical choice? The Foy Brown family just [...] I'll let you in on a funny story with a good moral if you promise not to "let the cat out of the bag." Deal? Regular readers well know our travails with the feline species. Though the two who rule our abode at present are rather low maintenance, they certainly impose demands. Brudderman, for instance, insists [...] His face has been marked by time. Age spots discolor one eyelid. The back edge of his lower lip sags a bit. Slow responses and shuffling gait, both amplified by apparent hearing loss, speak of many sunsets. When I was a child in the half-dozen years after World War II, my mother casually mentioned a "hobo [...] Why do cats do that? "Do what?" you might naturally ask. "Anything," I would reply. Anything that cats are inclined to do, from the routine to the outrageous. Why, for example, do cats turn in circles, making attempts to contort their bodies to fit into a box that's only half the size for comfort? The result–ample [...] I still recall the large round eyes and sad expression made particularly memorable by a larger-than-normal head. Often appearing at our door begging for a handout, he was a scruffy, homeless vagabond. We nicknamed him Big Boy–but simply called him Big for short. We actually pitied Big's plight and sometimes made overtures to alleviate his distress. [...] Ripping up and down our long carpeted hall like two low-slung racecars, they hug the floor to round corners at breakneck speed. Sir Nigel and Lady Maude loved this little diversion. I can still see them with my mind's eye. Of our four cats, Nigel was held the dearest. Affectionate and gregarious, he would seek us [...] Upon leaving home this morning, I gave some instructions to Lady Maude: "If anything needs to be pulled or dragged today, it's your job. Don't let me down." I don't think she will. Long-time readers may remember another of our feline companions–Not Abraham. Like Lady Maude, Not Abraham also had peculiar penchant for dragging and pulling. [...] Sir Nigel and Lady Maude have been with us for a few days, supposedly on their way to more permanent quarters. They have been intriguing guests, but I've yet to detect any hint of their intention to move. I guess we'll have to accommodate them a bit longer. Sir Nigel is a funny little chap with [...] |
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