Christmas Cats !

December 14, 2007

Just in time for Christmas someone has found out how to clone cats and produce glow-in-the-dark pussies. Just think of the advantages of this:

  • cats can be moving decorations all over the house.
  • you can now see that damn cat you’re always tripping over when you go down the hall to use the bathroom at night.
  • the cat that loves to climb and be part of your Christmas tree can now be just another decoration.

What I wonder is will they come in different colors? Also it would be nice to get ones the blink on and off. Short-hair versus long-hair, what will the effect be on lighting quality. This opens up a whole myriad of possibilities. Consumers will be lining up to be the first on the block to have one. What a conversation piece to have walking around.

Finally if you really do miss the cat that trashed your tree every year, you can bring it back for an encore. Save some DNA from the first and you have endless cats to bring joy to your Christmas season.

The Cat and the Christmas Tree: A Seasonal Tail

December 5, 2007


Above: Zippy

Cats and Christmas trees just don’t mix. Every year when I put mine up I’m always thinking of ways to discourage felines from climbing or otherwise abusing the centerpiece of the holiday cheer.

When I was younger a friend of mine had a big Siamese male cat who sat very patiently watching the family set up and decorate the tree. It seemed to me that he wasn’t all that interested. Once the tree was up and decorating completed it was a different story. He would then immediately run across the room and dash up the tree to the very top sending the tree crashing down with decorations scattered here and there all over the house. After that he wouldn’t touch the tree the rest of the holidays. It was almost like he was saying, “been there done that”. Needless to say this family finally outsmarted the cat and tied the tree securely at the top to the curtain rods. The cat didn’t like that much, it spoiled his fun. He just said the heck with it and left it alone. It was just no fun anymore.

The other memorable encounter between a feline and a tree was that of my big orange tabby who went by the name of Zippy. Now at first it didn’t seem like he was all that interested in the tree, but I should have known better based on my previous experience. One morning a few days after our tree raising  I came downstairs to a horrible site. Zippy had the tree on it’s side on the living room floor dragging it along like it was prey. He was tugging and pouncing alternatively as he moved it across the carpet. Yes he was actually dragging it like a leopard with his prey. Decorations, or should I say what was left of them, covered the floor as far as the eye could see. He was so intent on his fun that at first he didn’t see me. As I watched him I didn’t know whether to cry or laugh. The end result was another tree raising and decorating party including the use of brand new ornaments. This time I tied the top off in an attempt to deter another feline tree felling.

We now have an artificial tree. Cats still seem interested, but not in climbing. The smell of a real tree brought out the feral instinct in my “domestic” tabby, if you can really tame them. They really only keep you around to feed them, clean the litter and scratch them behind the ear from time to time. Oh yes they do enjoy the Christmas season, so many trees and so little time.

Now as a footnote, Zippy has passed on to the great litterbox in the sky, but what vivid Christmas memories he left behind. Because we missed the battle of cat and tree we now have another cat. Will the tree survive? Stay tuned. “Get off that tree cat!”

Black Cats I Have Known

November 1, 2007

blackcat-lilith.jpgFor far too long black cats have been ostracized. They are not bad luck, nor are they evil. Two of the nicest cats I have owned have been black.

The first one was Felix and he was just the most beautiful cat and so affectionate. Everything about him was to love. One time our family went away for two weeks on vacation. At the time we lived in a mobile home court and had no one to look after him. We did have a partially enclosed porch though, so we left a self-dispensing food and water container for him and a nice warm bed. All of this was out of the weather. When we returned Felix was no where to be found. Several weeks later he showed up out of the blue meowing and talking away. He apparently had been exploring the town and nearby woods. Anyway he must have kept checking back every so often for us. He was so glad to see us and immediately again became part of the family. Eventually he had to be euthanized because of a urinary tract problem common in male cats. He was up in years and had lived a good life.

Tom was another black cat that was adopted. My daughters found him and took him in. He was a beautiful long-hair black cat. So affectionate and friendly. Again another tale of a cat lost and found. He wandered off one time and then they moved. They kept coming back looking for him, but no luck. A year or so later he was spotted in the old neighborhood. They picked him up and asked if I could take him in because they had already gotten another cat. I had a soft spot for old Tom so took him in. He made friends with my cat Zippy and they got along quite well. By this time Tom was getting old. One day I arrived home and walked by the chair where he was curled up. I said hi to him which he usually answered with a deep, friendly meow, this time nothing. A sinking feeling hit me. I went back and carefully stroked him, no response, he was cold and stiff. I lifted him and he was still warm underneath so he must have just quietly slipped away. The end of another fantastic friend.

black_front.jpgSo although black cats have a bad name and are in fact almost never adopted, please if you are looking for a great cat, pick a black one.

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