Resist Ribbons
Shredded ribbon and the like isn’t uncommon for cat owners. I try to keep my portfolio tie up thingies out of sight… but it ain’t easy.
Shredded ribbon and the like isn’t uncommon for cat owners. I try to keep my portfolio tie up thingies out of sight… but it ain’t easy.
Many a shredded thing at our house when we had a cat. Of course, most of that was because we also had five boys. (Which explains why even though Eliot’s been gone for almost a year now, things STILL get shredded.) 🙂
I wonder if cats shred things more to amuse themselves or to punish you for not having seen to their most minor of desires.
Pete… your house, I’m sure, resembled a bomb site. My mom only had one boy (and two girls) and yet…
stick… cats: a perpetual state of amusement.
Felines: Keeping the world safe from dangling ribbon.
Empress… Ha! Don’t you know it! The last thing this world needs is dangly ribbon!
One more day to go, so maybe you’ll cover it – but don’t forget an open newspaper (or book, I guess). When I was a kid we had a yellow tabby named Lover (hold on, got a story on that) who, if you couldn’t find her, had a surefire way of getting her to come out. Sit at the dining room table and open the newspaper. Within five minutes she will be sprawled out on the paper, asleep.
Every time.
As for her name – My Dad and his previous wife were out hunting, they found this yellow tabby wandering in the woods. Lost or abandoned, they weren’t sure. But without them doing anything it just started following them around. They went back to the truck, she without bidding or invitation jumped up into the cab and rode home with them. She walked right in the front door, and that’s where she stayed, until the day she died over a decade later.
She chose her family and that’s all there was to it.
Her name came from her best-known habit. If you picked her up and cradled her right in front of you on your chest, she would put a paw on either shoulder, like she was hugging you, and nuzzle your chin. Cutest darned you thing you’ll ever see.
I really miss her. But she lived a full life (for a cat), since we can’t be sure exactly sure how old she was when she was found, we don’t know for sure how old she ever was. But she’d been with us 16 or 17 years, and we think she was 2 or 3 when she was found. Nearly two decades, that’s pretty darn good, for a cat.
Open newspaper…. cat trap.
What a sweet story. You have an angel cat in your personal history. Sometimes I think animals are sent to us for some reason or another. They have some purpose in our lives… and our lives are enriched because of them. You had no control over the acquiring of said kitty. He CHOSE YOU! It is a wonderful story… thanks for sharing.