#MondayBlogs – Cats and Writers

“Authors like cats because they are such quiet, lovable, wise creatures, and cats like authors for the same reasons.” Robertson Davies “A catless writer is almost inconceivable; even Ernest Hemingway, manly follower of the hunting trophy and bullfight, lived waist-deep in cats. It’s a perverse taste, really, since it would be easier to write with a herd of buffalo in the room than even one cat; they make nests in the notes and bite the end of the pen and walk on the typewriter keys.” Barbara Holland “If a fish is the movement of water embodied, green shape, then cat…

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Woman on the Verge of a Meltdown

Four Savannah Kittens at Play. Photo: Michael Broad https://www.flickr.com/photos/michael-broad/

I’m a woman on the verge because two seven-year-old cats rule my home, Paco, the half-Siamese below, and Teika in the second photo. In addition, my assertive move to combat this fiasco was to add four kittens to shift the power balance, to infuse some clear thinking on the subject. More cats will shift the impasse when the house votes on its grocery list each month. Less power to the presiding queens! I’m a woman on the verge because I’m going to let that feline six-pack thread its way through my whole world. I will spend much of my day…

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While We’re Blinded by the Haze of Summer . . .

Teika started her new mini-blog, “Sh*t Teika Says” and pecked this out for us with those bear paws of hers. (Good job, T.)   Five Things I Hate About Summer I wait all year for spring and the blessing of my jumping and suddenly enthused hormones. It’s now July and even hotter, if you get my drift. I still haven’t quelled my urges. I started stalking the black short-hair opposite my window ledge. The humidity drives me crazy. I can’t seem to drink enough water! This leaves me with cotton mouth which makes me livid. Add some of liver and…

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Naked, Drunk and Snoring

Really, I shouldn’t teach my Teika to take everything so literally. When I returned to my office, she was bleary-eyed and had the electric shaver out–ready to go for the bald baby look. That would’ve been so embarrassing! Had that happened, I couldn’t be seen in public with her. Fortunately, I didn’t have to reject my little sweetie.

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