Thursday, October 18, 2007
Thursday, October 11, 2007
My owner may be considering seminary. He mutters "exegesis", "pericope" and "student loans" often. You are a preacher's cat so maybe you can help me. Any tips on cat protocol as a P.C.?
---Kitty Kitty Graham
Dear Kitty Kitty:
Preacher Cats face several issues. First, if your owner is studying, go sit on books and papers under your owner's nose. Pay attention to keyboards and learn to make music by standing or sitting on the keys. Keyboards are like warm beds, too.
Second, when church people visit in your owner's home, make them feel welcome by hiding. If you do come out to look the church person over, get on the kitchen counter. Nothing says "feed the seminarian/preacher" like giving the impression that you are allowed to run wild in the food prep area.
From Sister, our great dog, I've learned that it's important to release your intestinal fortitude as close to the visitor as possible. I don't get this entirely but Sister believes that sharing smells is hospitable. She sniffs everyone, front and back, too.
I've spoken to Whistle about this next one. Please, please, please do not play "personal interaction games" when a church person visits. Leave these for when we are alone. Even if the conversation is stale or stumbling, no one needs to see Whistle's imitation of "Brokeback Kitty".
Finally, can you share your fur? Make sure the visitor leaves covered in your fur.
If your owner goes to seminary, have no fear about dorm living. Our owner had a cat in the dorm at UTS. The seminary catalog specified that students were allowed "only aquariums and terrariums". She named her cat, "Terry" and they lived a happy life in a dorm room.
Preacher Cats have a high calling to comfort owners. Give some leg rubs when sermon writing is going slowly. Wake your owner up early on Sunday mornings. Purr when you see your owner praying.
Monday, October 8, 2007
Andy gets to go outside so he wears a collar for safety. He lost three collars in three days last week! Is he the best or what???
I lost my collar. Now I am running around nekkid. Really.
Dubby is too little for a collar. His neck is about the size of my nose.
When you are nekkid you feel the breeze on your neck when you charge through the house. I feel freed up, ready to race down the hallway!
I know where my "lost" collar is. I'm not telling.
A Wild Cat Named,
Saturday, October 6, 2007
I love my home and family! I landed in butter!
Great cat crunchies for food. I don't miss that canned stuff at the Book Store but the noise of a popping can catches my ears.
I love W. and F.! Whistle lets me play with him and Fish will learn to love me, too. Sister is the best dog Nanny in the entire world, maybe the universe!
I love Greenies, bottle caps, cat toys and books. Yes, I'm going to Prof. Whisker's School with the older brothers. I'm learning how to be a locksmith, play the piano and programming. All of us polydactyl kitties get to be on the Paw Track there. For fun, when it rains and we can't go into the playground, we practice tying knots.
Gotta go, here comes Whistle. You can call me "Happy Dubby" because I am.
Thursday, October 4, 2007
This is what we are teaching Dubby (his nickname, not for his formal stationary):
*teach to use claws on furniture
*race through the house on thunder paws late at night
*kick cat litter
*get on the kitchen counter
*hide in Mom's closet
Our next big lesson is how to pull toilet paper off the roll into a big pile. He's not quite ready for this lesson.
I taught him how to stand up to get cat cookies but wish I hadn't. It's not easy sharing cat cookies with Fish, Dubby and Sister. In a perfect world, I'd get ALL the cat cookies.
P.S. Aunt 1-4 Grace sent us the most wonderful cat treats and stuff! She sent Mom a bracelet and earrings too! Even Sister got a dog fur smoother! We love her gifts! We love her!