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Memoirs Update
I never realized how hard it would be to write my own memoirs. I’m glad my girl is helping. She has experience as a writer and knows how to put this book into ebook form once it’s ready. I am very lucky to have met her.
Otherwise, I think I would be complaining how nothing is working out and have no idea of how to get this project done. As it is, she has been helping me with the structure. We have eliminated several pictures from the lot we started with. She has stressed to me that we can’t use them all because it would make the ebook too large to upload.
Very well, I don’t see why we need to use all the photos she’s taken of me over the years. But I’m still worried I won’t get my memoirs finished soon. I will do my best to be ready to start sharing episodes of my life’s adventures in January 2019. I do hope I have enough time to have at least one ready by then…
My girl tells me it’s alright. We have lots of material to work with now. It just needs to be edited. She even says we have time to do just that and finish working with the pictures.
What Is This?
Hey, my girl, where did this picture come from?
My Boys’ Exercise Program
poem from Honoring the Cats in My Life
Yeah, I know my boys
sleep about 16 hours a day,
but they’re in great shape.
It’s simply because of their
exercise program.
I didn’t come up with it–
they created all themselves.
The Program:
daily yoga exercises
(after each and every nap)
cardiovascular workouts
(run around the house like mad for an hour)
climbing and jumping
(and knocking things down)
wrestling
(great way to relief tensions between themselves)
I tell you this program works.
They’re both in great health
and not overweight.
It’s safe to leave their food out
all the time.
I can’t say it’s dull to watch, either.
Mama’s Boy
poem from Honoring the Cats in My Life
Little Spot
came into our lives
as a little fur ball—
he could fit in one of
my hands.
He took to Sir Socks
immediately.
Looking up with
total adoration.
I had to give him
a bottle of milk
three times a day.
He’s no longer
a kitten,
no longer
an adolescent,
but an adult,
who’s still
as rambunctious
as a playful child.
Sometimes
waking me up
in the middle
of the night
knocking things
onto the floor.
Even when he
bolts outside
to play,
as other cats do,
he still loves
Sir Socks
and his mama.
He’s Growing on Me…
Without me, this kitten wouldn’t understand the first thing about being a cat.
Kitten?
Well, perhaps this isn’t so bad…
He Won’t Stay Away From Me…
No matter what I did or what I said to him, he just wouldn’t leave me alone.
Crazy Cat Lady
poem from Honoring the Cats in My Life
Throughout time,
there has been one
crone that lives with lots of cats
in just about everywhere.
Everyone knows who she is.
And many people want to
blame her whenever there’s
a cat problem arising.
But who is she?
She’s the one
who lets the cats rule the house.
She makes accommodations
for them.
She sets up the house
so they are comfortable.
She may complain
about them,
but she doesn’t throw
them out.
She even picks up strays
and abandoned cats
and shelters them.
They all love her.
But who is she?
She was one of many
women condemned as a witch
in a society that couldn’t
tolerate women who didn’t
get married and have children.
But the cats are her children.
What does she need human children for?
That society insists on conformity
and falling short of that—death.
These women are still misunderstood.
But who is she?
She may be me someday…
First Plane Trip
poem from Honoring the Cats in My Life
Well, we had to leave Tucson.
There was no way around it.
But I wasn’t about to leave
with Sir Socks and Monsieur Spot.
How could I when I had promised
to take care of them both?
I know they expect me
to keep that promise.
So, it was decided they could too.
We had to take them to the vet–
Sir Socks doesn’t like the vet–
To make sure they were healthy
and it was okay for them to
get on board a plane.
Plus they needed rabies shots
and passports.
Neither liked the vet,
but Socks behaved much better.
Perhaps it’s because
he’s a classic cat and scared.
But Spot threw a fit
and bit the Vet Tech.
Afterwards, the boys spent
some time at Mary Jane’s.
After Mom and I finished
everything else we had to do,
we went and got them.
The boys and I hung out
in the car all night.
Some people saw us
and gave me weird looks.
I didn’t sleep
and Socks didn’t eat or drink
anything.
I don’t blame him.
Spot still ate some food.
In the middle of the night,
we heard some jet engines
fire up.
Yes, the hotel was
that close to the airport.
I told the cats
what the noise was
and they didn’t know
what to think.
At least they didn’t
have to be cooped up
in their carriers all night.
Early the next morning,
my mom, stepdad, and I
got everything together.
All the luggage had to be packed,
and stowed.
Even the cats had to go
back into their carriers.
They weren’t happy,
but I couldn’t blame them–
it was the most dramatical
move we even made.
Once we got to the airport,
I was able to get checked in
quickly, but the same wasn’t
true for my mom and stepdad.
The cats had to be checked in
with them, as I was going on separate flights.
Of course with airport security,
each cat had to come out of
his carrier to be inspected.
They weren’t pleased
and not too sure of what was going on.
Once that was done,
they were escorted to the cargo hold.
I told them bye and that I would see
them after the trip was over.
The cats, my mom, and stepdad
went through Dallas/Fort Worth
and then on to Fort Wayne.
I went through Chicago
before reaching Fort Wayne.
My original flights were much later,
but I managed to get into Fort Wayne
only an hour after the four of them.
During the flight,
I could hear Sir Socks screaming.
He didn’t understand and he was frightened.
I could hear Spot cursing
all of us.
He named me first.
Boy was he mad.
But when I saw them later,
they were fine.
Socks was hiding
and Spot was exploring
just like old times.
With those two,
you wouldn’t think
they had just traveled
as far as they had
in one day.
Sir Socks Le Chat 