A repost: for your reading pleasure and my tenuous grasp on sanity. From wayyyy back in 2015, I bring you an ode to my furry darlings. Thanks for your patience (and continued support!)
International Cat Day – August 13, 2015
Several weeks ago, the world as we know it celebrated International Cat Day, a global celebration of our feline buddies.
While I was able to restrain myself from planning a parade or costumed ball, I thought I’d at least write a special post.
I currently don’t have much of a life outside of work, but I do have an overly-large collection of semi-“squee !!!” inducing photos of my hairy kids clogging the memory on my phone and some random thoughts on the cat psyche.
Voila. I’d rock out a tidy post and clear some photos from my phone cache at the same time.
And then…Saturday got away from me, as things tend to be doing a lot of lately, and the magical opportunity to laud my kitties passed.
Until I was forcefully reminded this evening by a 15-lb orange and white furby repeatedly head-butting his full body weight into my ankles…
that OHMIGOD, every day is International Cat Day in our house.
So in honor of the four-legged children of my heart, I would like to share some…hmmm…let’s call them “introspections,” that have recently come to me (with conveniently corroborating photos.)
I have learned that breakfast is not just the most important meal, but it is the most important thing. Ever. In the whole, wide world. Breakfast in itself is so powerful a thing that it erases the memory of every other good thing that has ever happened in the history of time including dinner the night before (and all the breakfasts and dinners in the past) AND IS THE ONLY THING STANDING BETWEEN CIVILIZATION AND THE FORCES OF EVIL, GOD HELP US, WOMAN, OPEN THE DAMN CAN!!!
I have learned that the act of eating breakfast is so exhaustive, it throws one immediately into a twenty-hour slumber.
I own a 1300-square foot, two-story loft. I can’t move an inch without tripping over a cat.
However, when the vacuum cleaner makes an appearance, I couldn’t round up a cat with a hooker and a stack of hundred dollar bills.
I want to know: is it really necessary to run ahead of me to the bathroom, especially in the middle of the night, bellowing the kitty version of “All’s Clear!”?
I’ve learned that not only do they watch TV when they think I’m not around…
But they watch really weird stuff. With great absorption.
And they sit way too damn close to the TV.
If there’s an empty box, bag or handbag…
There’s a cat to fill it.
But they are always the best present.
As I’m sitting here writing, I have two warm, snugly little sweethearts curled up against me, grumbling slightly when I inconvenience them by shifting under their persistent burrowing, but fairly intent on deafening me with purrs.
So here’s to International Cat Day. Today and every day.
And to Keegan and Brodie, furkids extraordinaire, for being made of awesome.
Oh gosh, that was so funny! You truly have a gift! 😀
Luuuv the repost! Did you know we had an orange kitty when we lived in Bham? He was found injured on the highway by Gin and Cork while they were in high school. They brought him to meet us at a Chinese restaurant in Pelham, so we took him to the vet, fixed his shoulder and kept him. He demanded constant affection and drooled in gratitude when we petted him. Sadly, when we took him to our building in Pelham to be a mouser, he escaped never to be seen again. Our grey tabby allowed us to shove him across the den in a Trivia box till he tired of it with hissing and growling. He adored Ginger and would jump in her suitcase hissing at her after she’d return from a trip. We have a final photo of both of them stretched out on webbed chaise lounges getting a tan. The day Ginger and I returned from Auburn after getting her a dorm room our moods were shot when Mack appeared with the tragic news that some neighbor had squished the grey cat flat and put him on the drive. Of course Ginger broke down and I glared at her Dad. Who could peel a cat off the street and mash him perfectly into the gravel on our drive. He was famous for hauling that Mercedes backwards down the drive without looking back. Then there was Smokey the only pet that was mine and your Unca’s exclusively I’ll send you that essay when we get home from Mickey’s Lil House in Gulf Shores. We’re on our way to Fairhope to meet the Barringers for lunch. Take care. Congrats again Wonder Woman on real estate successes! Auntie.
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They are so cute! Your comment about not being able to move made me think you had heaps of cats but then there were only two (I guess that was the joke) ha! Fun post 🙂
*not being able to move without tripping over a cat, I realize that might be unclear 🙂
Love this post so much! I love kitties. I lost my last one in March. Would love to get another, but traveling too much these days. Boo.
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Mine are my heart. I’m so sorry for your loss and I know that your new companion will find you when you’re ready. 🙂 Thanks for reading!