Pets hold a dear place in our hearts

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 , 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 There is a reward for his return.


Fonzie–a one-of-a-kind feline

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!