2008: The Year of Vigilance
The calendar is even more delightful when you open it. Each month has a picture of someone’s beloved cat, and the pictures will have captions such as “Create Paws-itive Resolutions,” or “Kitty in the Clover Contemplates Real Security,” and, my favourite, “Tabbies Detest Wiretapping.” The cycles of the moon are denoted by a cat’s face, which will appear as half white and half black for the half moon and so on. And the calendar days are a dense hodge podge of world history and cat trivia. For example, on January 2, two dates appear: “1972: Scottish cat turns 43*,” and “1992: UN established first Conventional Arms Registry.” Again, these juxtapositions just…they just…well, they make me laugh. (Although, I do take peace seriously.)
Anyway, I’m just putting this out there in case you have peace-loving cat lovers (with or without a sense of irony) in your family.
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*Forty-three! FORTY-THREE! I don’t know why this creeps me out, but it does. The poor love must have been a rickety old skeleton by that age! I guess I don’t have to worry about my morbidly obese cats (who most definitely do not believe in practicing hara hachi bu) living to that age.
They were living in a large room with your large Aunt for 5 large months — they too, shall become large. It’s a natural thing… an osmosis thing… an environmental thing.
As much as I do not miss living with a litterbox in my ensuite, or miss stepping in Logan’s daily puke fests, or miss being awoken from a dead sleep with Kessie McKes Kes kneading her tiny paws ad nauseum into my breastbone or miss Nirmie Irmie Squirmie Wormie plopping herself down for a nap on my arm causing the oh-so-pleasant sensation of pins and needles, I do miss “them”.
Oh, Auntie T. You’re such a sweetie. Nermie only stopped sulking yesterday, so I think it’s safe to say that the kitties miss you!
i agree with you!