City Kat
Every B&B has a resident cat. Or should! And Crossroads in time has several.
They have recently added a new one to their menagerie of furry friends.
City Kat. This is City Kat’s blog. It’s all about the life and times of
her life with her dysfunctional animal friends and people.
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You may know or have known a cat like City Kat. You certainly
will be familiar with some of her friends.
If you have already read this first entry scroll down
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Dear Me,
Today I saw my person writing in her book again. I noticed
that she does this quite often, especially when she doesn't
quite seem herself. As she writes I notice a metamorphous
taking place. She seems to run through a whole spectrum
of emotions. Thankfully, she always seems to work her way
back to her Self. Since it works for her, I have decided
to give it a try. Because, as you know, my life has gone
through quite a few changes lately.
Heaven knows life has dealt from the bottom of the deck
with me, and even though I am in a safe place now, I have
a lot of pain from my past to deal with. And, I have been
feeling quite lost, since my latest move- not to mention
my newly acquired siblings. Tweetie Bird, who is not a bird
at all, but a big white prissy, longhaired cat, (though
not pure Persian like my self ) with yellow fluff like feathers
around her head and ears, doesn't like me at all. I suspect
she is jealous, because my person was hers first. I am sure
our person has enough love to go around, but Tweetie doesn't
like to share.
Sylvester, I suspect named after that cartoon, due to his
looks, won't leave me alone. He is friendly enough, but
a bit too curious for my liking. And when he gets mad he has
this strange thing he does. He marches over to Osso (a big,
silly Bernese Mountain Dog) and climbs on his back and starts massaging
him. It reminds me of how a trainer builds up his fighter,
advising and preparing him for battle. Osso, regardless of
the fact that he is the most humungous dog I've ever seen,
does not have a mean bone in his body, let alone the heart
of a fighter. He is just a big drooling, clumsy ,loveable….
well... dog.
And as for Taz, nothing has prepared me for her. Taz, I
have learned is short for Tasmanian Kato. My person sure
has a thing about naming her cats after cartoons! The
name Kato, I hear is because she jumps out from the most
unusual places at the most inappropriate times. Just like
the Pink Panther's house boy. Funny for a movie, but not
so funny when it happens to you! The night I arrived, I
was scared and very tired, and as I was walking down the hall looking
for a place to hide and curl up, when suddenly Kato flew
out of the Garden Room, and catapulted herself off the wall
and landed square on my side! Knocking me for a loop! By
the time I gained enough composure to retaliate she had
totally disappeared!
Look at hernow. she is on the sofa, lying on her back
sound asleep- without a care in the world. She has no conscience!
She makes me so mad! One of these days I'll….
Well, well come to think of it, I guess Taz isn't all bad.
At least she doesn't seem to resent me being here, the way
Tweetie does. And she sure gets Tweetie's goat a lot! I
couldn't help laugh this morning. Tweetie came into the
living room after being out all night. She was obviously
hungry, cold, sleepy and in a very bad mood. I was just
getting ready to slink behind the sofa, to get out of her
way, when suddenly out of nowhere Taz leaped on her back,
startling her! I have never seen anything so funny as smug,
Miss Tweetie loosing her dignity! I know that sounds vindictive
and I really don't mean to be. But still…It was funny.
Well I am in a better mood. I can't wait to write about
my other relatives, new ones and some that I left behind
and miss… like my mom Sheba, and Dad Oscar and of course
fast fancy Cheetah. Then, of course, there are some new
friends like neurotic Sidney. Osso, cheetah and Sidney are
the only dogs that I have to admit ever being fond of. I see
Osso all the time and Sidney (who doesn't know that she
is a dog) occasionally, but Cheetah is just a memory. But
I have lots of good memories of her. I remember the time
she…Wow, I had no idea I had so much to write about. And
I really see how writing changes moods. A few minutes ago
I was angry at Taz and feeling sorry for myself over the
way Tweetie treats me, then I was laughing over the two
of them and now I am melancholy and reflecting over it all.
I can't wait to write more.
Til next time…Catnip and stuff ....................City
Kat
May 2000 CITY KAT
Dear Me,
Okay, I'm convinced. I don't want to sound unappreciative.
I mean, yes I was rescued off the streets, saved from the
pound and I am well cared for here and I have formed an
attachment to my people here. But my new adoptive siblings
are about to push me over the edge. My person went on one
of her, I'm finding out, manic spells and became obsessed
with stain glass art. She worked on this project day and
night for days, which tuned into weeks. We didn't know what
she was up to. It's a good thing her man also lives with
us…. Who by the way is Taz's special person… that in it
self tells you a bit about what the Man is all about. Anyway as I
was saying it's a good thing he is here, because she totally
forgot all about us. Miss Tweetie was beside herself, not
having our person's lap to curl up on, as she is accustom.
She claims that, it is a habit although, it is news to me.
She says she always spent her evenings that way in the days
before the move to this house, which is before I came to live with this
family.
Back to the glass. Nothing was getting done for us, and
to get to her art supplies, our person tore into boxes, that hadn't
gotten unpacked yet and left the boxes open and scattered
in the room that she calls the Garden Room, and we call
Our Room. Taz and I were okay with it, but Tweetie and Sylvester
were totally scattered. I mean even before this turn of
events, when any guests came to the house all you could see
was a black and white blur as Tweetie and Sylvester dashed down the hall
and skidded under the our person's bed. I'd hear them murmuring something
about catnappers every once in awhile as they'd peek their noses out from under the bed skirt.
Well, today, the people woke early and excitement
filled the air as they assembled more tools and gathered
them, together with a ladder to the entry. Then BANG! BANG!
BANG! All morning. A few times it sounded like some one
was struck by turret syndrome. Finally the hammering was
over. And then hand in hand they went out the door and stood
on the porch admiring their work. I was lying in the bushes
watching Taz tease the dogs next door. Tch. Then our people
had to leave, and left us all in the house, as is their
custom. As they rushed out leaving yet another mess, they
were worrying about being late for a doctor appointment,
which is where they go instead of a Veterinarian. Hmmmm?
Anyway...
That's when all ...ummm... Gehenna broke loose. I was curled up in my
person's chair getting ready for a much-needed nap after
all that banging, when I heard a screech followed by several
bumps. I opened my eyes just in time to get a glimpse of
Sylvester, literally running over the back of Miss Tweetie.
She shook her head, trying to get a grip, and shake ,,,,,,
did I mention that she is cross-eyed? I'm not being catty-
just stating the facts! Anyway once she got
her dignity back she continued her stroll into the living
room where she no doubt was planning on laying claim to
the chair. Not wanting to tangle with Miss Tweetie,
I was preparing to leap off it, when suddenly she froze. I saw
first hand what had scared any wits Sylvester had out of
him, and witnessed it having the same effect on Miss Tweetie.
The stained glass picture. It's a lovely view of the lake
and Mt. Konocti, with a woman playing a harp on a Mediterranean
Verandah, while a man climbs over the rail offering a flower.
It's really lovely. I heard my person exclaim happily that now she
has a lake view, which evidently is something she has wanted
a long time. Any way, when Tweetie was able she spun around
and joined Sylvester under the bed I presume. I mean, heeellooo,
we're talking about a picture here! It's a picture. Every
so often one or the other would creep down the hall to stalk
the humming birds that were frozen in time in the lower
section of the picture. Then with the slightest bit of noise
or movement from Taz, or me they were gone! Back down the
hall and under the bed. Taz quickly, picked up on this and
it became a new game for her. She climbed up the ladder
and pretended to be sleeping, and waited with one eye open
for her next victim, it turned out to be Sylvester. He was
so intent on stalking the picture that he didn't notice
her at all until she pounced on him sending him straight
into the air with a wail! When he hit the ground she was
there waiting for him, and did some new karate technique
on him that sent him rolling down the hall. He then ran
in place a few times before he was able to dig his claws
into the carpet and gain traction and then ZOOM! Back down
the hall and under the bed. I didn't see him again until
our people came home; even then he was all scitzso.
Just
when everything was calming down, and things looked like
I may even have a chance to be bored for a change Spring
emerged from it's long sleep and along with it came the
birds. The bird, I should say. My person calls him Heckle
AND Jeckle. More about him next time.
Till then... catnip "n stuff………City Kat
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