I ask you, have you ever seen a more perfect example of feline beauty? This is my nephew’s cat Bebo. He is a rescue cat with no papers, and I think he knows that he is beautiful. In not-unrelated news, I recently discovered this meme, and have been laughing about it ever since: Ah, the […]
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The Adventures of Raptor Boy, Part the Second
My kitten Abner, aka Raptor Boy, is six months old, fully vaxxed and recently neutered, and is now allowed outside for short periods of time. This morning, quite early, he expressed interest in such an adventure. I opened the door, and he squatted on the threshold, hedging his bets, until he heard a loud sound, […]
The further adventures of Raptor Boy
I get that chickens are close personal relatives of the dinosaurs, but what about cats? Look at this picture, and consider the curve of the spine, the counterbalancing tail, the back feet preparing to eviscerate, the glowing golden eyes, the slavering pink jaws,. . .at first glance, I thought he had gotten hold of a […]
The changing of the (feline) guard
It has certainly been no secret that I have two cats, one very old and one very young. The old one, Socks, came to us as a half-grown starveling during the summer of 2001, and is the last survivor of the heyday of our pets: three large dogs and two cats. These days she is […]
In which Dollop, the meanest cat alive, retreats to the attic
Many thanks to my sister Laura, lifelong advocate and servant to the feline tribe, for providing the raw material and the photograph for this story. I may have already written about Dollop’s general attitude towards life. His full name (A Little Slice of Pumpkin Pie with a Dollop of Whipped Cream) makes him sound all […]
For the love of cats
My cat Socks is twenty years old. I never get tired of bragging about that, probably in part because as a child I thought the average life span of a cat was two years. There was high turnover in our dynasty of farm cats, which I now understand to have been a source of stress […]
The naming of the pets
I have a black cat with white feet named Socks. Don’t judge me too harshly; I had no choice. A few months before she came into our lives, we had adopted a black dog with white feet named Boots. So it was either Socks or Mittens. Anyway, I was busy trying to gently explain to […]