Cats I have known and loved

Cats I have known and loved: Pin, Bille, Chimo, Plinky, Minnie, Sophie, Kitty, Bobbi, Felice, Tabby, Snagglepuss, Perdita, Monty, Mao, Orion, Luna, Cleo, Sammi, Silky, Dylan, Dickens, Janet, Pusska, Tia, Jimmijam,...did I forget anyone? Kiffelton, Alcina and Mayo Mayo.

All are deserving of praise. All are individuals and have their own quirks.

What is it about cats that I love so much?
I think it is their absolute sense of independance.

They don't need you - you need them. They don't wait for you to come home- you can't wait to get home and see them. You let them out and you don't know where they go or what they do. They come back hours later nonchalantly, their whiskers covered in dust, cobwebs or dew and it's up to you to guess where they've been and what they've been doing.

I think I'll invent a kitty cam to solve this mystery. A remote camera attatched to a cat's collar and it would show where a cat goes when it gos outside.
Have you ever seen your cat outside staring intently at something in the grass? You go outside and look from their point of view and it is a blade of grass. Or a rock.

I have been catless for three years now- I put my beloved Pin to sleep at the age of 16.

I live in an apartment and although I am allowed to have cats I cannot and will not have an indoor cat. I couldn't do it. Cats are meant to roam and feel the air on their skin. Total freedom. You wouldn't leave a dog inside and never walk it.
I have never met an indoor cat that wasn't depressed, anxious, neurotic, or insane.

Wouldn't you be insane if you never went outside? And I don't buy the coyote/car argument. It's the law of the wild. It's just like the law that one day they will get old and die.

I wouldn't have a dog unless I lived in the country - I don't believe in walking dogs and I believe less in picking up dog shit.

So cats it is, but not right now. One day.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Chips

I love chips! Yesterday, I got a big bag at Costco ( and I mean the BIG) bag. Plain with salt. My favourite. I love them. I can eat the whole bag- well maybey not a whole Costco bag but the smaller bigger one. I could never have an eating disorder, I love food too much. YUM. I love everything except: octopus, organ food of any kind, mussels, squid, and oysters. My favourite foods are: toast, pasta, steak, lobster, cheese , and chips. I am lucky in that I live with someone who does all the cooking. I love to eat but I don't like to cook. I like to eat. And do the dishes. And shop for food. Food glorious food- where would I be without it? People often ask me how I got to be this tall. It's because I ate so many Big Macs. Honestly.
Read more

Lovers Rock

Well if I'm going to criticize my friend for being a clutter hound, I better put my money where my mouth is. So I have spent the last week downsizing. Again. I filled my friend's car with stuff and dropped it all off ( not the car ) at the local thrift store. Boy, does it feel good! I gave away so much and I still have so much. The music that made the cut was: 1. Cesaria Evora- Miss Perfumado 2. Marlene Dietrich- Falling in Love Again 3. Oscar Petersen- Live from Chicago 4. Herb Alpert- A Taste of Honey 5. Sade- Lovers Rock 6. Edith Piaf- The Voice of the Sparrow
Read more

Who is tauping my Vancouver?

That's not my line, it belongs to Christopher Small- designer and advocate for proper colour and architecture everywhere. While standing in the rain today, we discussed the lack of " good " architectural design in our fair city. Both of us are native Vancouverites. We abhor the recent tauping of Vancouver. My personal un-favourite is the salmon peachy pink cement home. Since when is that a pretty colour in a city where it rains and rains and the peachy pink inevitably turns to.....something not- so- peachy- keen. We bemoan the faux gingerbread architecture that has found its way into Steveston - a rip off of New England architecture..... which by the way, is on the other coast, people! I guess it comes down to a matter of personal taste, or as Christopher said so diplomatically those colours/styles, " belong elsewhere."
Read more