I’ve talked a lot on here about our cat, Fonzie. There have been a lot of antics and laughs since he came to live in our home. His mother dropped him off at my son’s feet on his back porch when he was a kitten. He hasn’t known any keepers but my son, my wife and me. Occasionally he would like to dash out the door when we opened it. We felt that he would do it just to show us he could, like the other tricks he would play.
Five evenings ago as we were leaving he dashed out. It was nearly dark, but we thought he’s come back in, either when we got back home that night, or early the next morning, like he has done so often. He still hasn’t shown up. I’ve driven all over our neighborhood twice, plus the two adjoining subdivisions. I keep opening the door and calling his name every morning hoping he has returned and is lurking in the shrubs.
He is so dear to me, as all our pets. To us they are like close members of our family. I’ve called a friend at a local radio station and announced his absence, and an ad is going in our local Sunday paper.
Books are also important to me I have a large collection, and it seems to continue to grow. Also, today I have submitted my latest book to the printer, the first in the Exploring Our Exciting World series. I’ll announce its release soon. In the meantime, visit us at http://stclairpublications.com , You might see something you like. There are even some about animals! Also, if you spot a grey cat with a white heart on his chest let me know at firstname.lastname@example.org. There is a reward for his return.
After the loss of our precious Pomeranian, Stardust, last December, it took us a while to adjust to the thought of letting another canine into our lives. Finally, about a month ago, we relented to adopt an eight-month old male Min-Pin puppy, full of vim and vinegar, whom I dubbed Brody.
At age 16, Stardust had lost the starry light of youth but was still as loving and devoted to us as ever. Her loss was, of course, devastating.
Brody has kept us hopping. Today a friend in the UK sent me some cartoons about dogs. One caught my attention like none of the others. It showed a couple of dogs lying on their backs between a couple, both reading books. One says to the other, “Don’t you just hate it when they get engrossed in a book? It really cuts down on belly rubs!”
I’ve learned to shuffle my time with books and Brody. He is demanding of my time, but I still take some out for reading and working on editing the one I’m working on now for a very talented author with a unique twist on a thriller. But more about that later. In the meantime, keep reading, while not neglecting your canine friends!
There are a lot of great works at stclairpublications.com!
My young Russian Blue cat is sitting on my lap rubbing his face against mine and reaching his paw around my neck to ‘hug’ me. I’ve never seen a cat as active–both in a good way and a bad one–than ‘Fonzie.’
When my son, John, moved to Colorado earlier this spring, I inherited his then six month old male cat. The kitten’s mother had transported him him by nape of the neck and dropped him at John’s feet, then made like the wind and blew the scene.
Rhonda came up with Fonzie for a name for him, and It didn’t take long for him to settle in, develop a pattern of mischief and become the king of the house. Our other cat, Shiah, has to watch her step. He will jump on her without warning. We thought getting him neutered would calm him down. We had to think again. He decided that he wanted to play with a flash drive which belonged to another author lying on the conference table in my office. It was in a plastic bag, which he snatched and dashed about the house with. I then placed it into a folder between two sets of papers, the top one held together by a clamp, then stuck it under the edge of a printer. Well, that rascal jumped up on there and pulled the file out from under the printer, opened it, took his teeth and removed the top set of papers and neatly laid them behind the open file, grabbed the plastic bag holding the flash drive and flew off the table, ran from my office, up the stairs into the house and paraded it about in defiance of my orders to halt.
Then yesterday when I was putting on my gym shoes to leave for my aerobics class, he kept untying my shoes as if to attempt to delay my departure. What do you do with a cat like that?
I guess it’s like other unpredictable family members–you love them!
On this holy day in Christianity I arose early. Not because I was anticipating opening presents, but because I was wide awake and couldn’t go back to sleep. First, I want to wish my readers a very happy and blessed day. The reason for the celebration is remembering the birth of the Christ Child who came over 2,000 years ago–not on December 25– but that doesn’t matter. The remembrance is what counts.
Over the past two weeks, like millions of other people, I have had a mixture of emotions. While still reeling from the senseless slaughter of innocents at Sandy Hook Elementary in Newtown, Connecticut on Friday, December 14, we were hit with the lingering illness of our precious little Pomeranian, Stardust, the dog which had been our special joy over the past 16 years plus, and her passing away on Tuesday, a week ago today. At first this was so stunning a blow that I could hardly communicate with others. And I shall always miss her. But we were blessed to have her. When placing this beside the loss of the parents and family members of the victims of Sandy Hook, I realize that it is paled in comparison. May God comfort them and give them tranquility of soul.
Today represents love and hope. The birth of the Prince of Peace. May his love give all a brighter tomorrow. Feliz Navidad, Joyeux Noel, God Jul and may all receive His peace.
Back when I was growing up on the farm, dogs were dogs and cats were cats. And we loved our animals and made sure that they got plenty to eat. But our cats weren’t too good to catch mice in our barn and sat around waiting for a small gift of fresh cow’s milk every milking. Our dogs still stayed fat and healthy on table scraps and loved to gnaw on a delicious bone when we thew them one.
Dogs and cats in America today are spoiled beyond belief. Our cat would turn up her nose at a fresh fish, and a mouse is, well…a little mousey. Certainly nothing we could hire her to chase should one be around. Our Pomeranian, who is over 100 in dog years, eats lunch meat, and now she gets tired of one type and goes on a hunger strike until we change it to another type. Such balderdash. Even our daughter’s Spitz, since I am taking her the leftovers of what our Pommy rejects, is getting picky about her Kibbles and Bits, eating the bits and letting the Kibbles stay in her dish indefinately. I say ENOUGH, BASTANTE, ASSEZ! Our pets need to learn that they can’t be brand name shoppers in a bad ecconomy. I’m not ready for the Planet of the Apes, dogs or cats.
A lot of us Americans have certainly had to not be so choosy, and many are downright hurting. That’s one reason that I am looking forward to our eVolve Division where folks will be able to buy any of our featured books for about $5.95 and classics, as they become available, for 99 cents. In the meantime we still have some genuine values and some excellent books at sale pricess at http://stclairpublications.com