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 Always
a cat person,
I'm currently catless. My most recent kitty was Puddy Tat, a
beautiful seal
point Siamese who just wandered up one day and stayed for more than
seven
years. PuddyTat departed unceremoniously several Novembers ago, never
to be heard
from since. Puddy Tat and me, we went through a great deal of
fried chicken
together, and a nasty mishap with a neighbor's car in which poor Puddy
Tat
lost an eye. The picture shows Puddy Tat hard at work, being a cat, thinking up ways to justify another nap. Puddy Tat had the run of the place, claimed it for himpersonalself pretty much, especially the computer desk. He napped on my desk in front of the keyboard and swished his tail when disturbed by such uncatlike activities as typing and moving the computer mouse. At night, he slept on my feet, which was way welcome in the winter but somewhat of an imposition in warmer months.
Jay's Cat Pictures My cats being gone, all gone, I console myself with mere pictures of cats, some local, and some from the far reaches of the Hondacar's universe - about two days' drive. The most catworthy place I've found lately has been Key West, home for a while to His Exalted Authorness Ernest Hemingway. His elegant house there, now a Hemingway shrine, still houses multitudinous people of the cat persuasion. Ernie, the tour guide explains, was a cat person, and kept twenty of them. Some of the cats that hang out around the place are descendents of original six-toed Hemingcats. Wooooo-ooooo-ooooo. The most famous of the famed is a grey one named (brace yourself) Zane. |
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