For anyone who may have read Dan Rather's autobiography, The Camera Never Blinks, this blog is not about police and dead people! It's about my fur-kids and my ancestors, two sources of unfailing fascination and frustration in my life. No, I don't have human kids, and yes, I'm a Crazy Cat Lady. (I recently saw a bumper sticker that said "One cat short of Crazy Cat Lady" but I think I'm probably over the limit.) I don't know how long I'll keep this up, or if anyone else will ever even read it, but I'm doing it mainly for self-expression so what the hey. There may be occasional political rants, because sometimes I just need to get them out of my system. I'm harmless, really. There will be typos too. I usually have a cat "helping" or at least sitting on my arm when I'm trying to type. "Don't mind me, you go ahead with what you're doing."
I live with 5 cats and 2 dogs. All but one of them are seniors, and I'm pushing 60 myself. We're a miniature old-folks' home. I'd say retirement community, but I'm still working full-time. Everyone else is taking it pretty easy. My dogs B and C (alias The B&C Security Agency), do love their walkies and also enjoy digging to China in their run out back. They are both mixed-breed rescues. Apparently with some terrier blood! I was told that B had been chained outside and neglected till the chain actually was embedded in her neck. GRRRRR. She still had the scar on her neck when I first got her. She's the friendliest gal, though. I don't know C's story but she's quite fearful and hand-shy. Oddly enough, C's the one who'll "dog my footsteps" while B does her own thing. Both of them would do anything for peanut butter. So would I, but we're all supposed to be losing a little weight!
The cats do what cats do best, namely, eating and sleeping and making demands of their staff (me). H, my tuxedo tomcat, will yowl at me to get my butt into a chair so he'll have a lap to occupy. My youngest cats, SM and SY, are sisters (or rather littermates who look as if they had different fathers). SY will meow to get me to twirl a shoelace for her to chase. Of course SM always shows up soon, and there are collisions resulting in hissy-fits all around. The other two cats, R and P, are brother and sister strays who adopted me years ago. R came crying up to my door one day, a kitten so young his eyes were still blue, but old enough to know a sucker when he saw one. Later his mom and sister showed up and took up residence on my front porch. Mom-cat was scared of me, but little P used to run to greet me when I came home from work. I took P to get her spayed, and when we came home I brought her into the house "just for overnight" because it was cold outside. She has never gone back outside. Or even shown the slightest interest in doing so. She's still my little love-bug, and likes to sleep next to me at night.
Obviously there's not a lot of excitement around here! That's OK by me. I like the quiet life. I hope to post some more about the "wuz" in my life, my immediate family and far-off ancestors, but for now I've run on long enough.
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