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And My Name Is

     Four indoor cats were rescued from outside.  The mother cat had left them in our garage.  They have now been with us for eight years.  We named them My-a, Bugs, Blossom, and Runtie.  We call each cat by their name when talking directly to one.  It's amazing to me that they indeed know their name.  The name we call has that cat running to us.  Of course, there are words they evidently know.  Scat is a good word you don't even have to say twice and off the table or where you want them gone from, they're gone.  Cats in their own way have no problem in understanding their owner.  I love all four of my cats.  I am not without sometimes referring to them as human.  Thank God for cats!

The Living Fly Swatter

     In my house, no plastic fly swatter is needed.  My cat, Mya, is a living fly swatter.  You let one pesky fly enter my house and he is history.  From one window to another, the race is on.  The cat jumps over furniture, etc until the pesky little creature is caught and eaten.  And people say cats aren't useful.  Mya is worth her weight in gold.
     That fly swatter hangs in a familiar place on a nail inside an entrance door.  It's just not needed.  But it remains in reserve in case Mya gets too old to chase flies.  Right now, she definitely earns her keep.

Taking a Break

     It has been such a pleasure writing for this blog every month.  However, we are going to be taking a break for awhile and hope to be back and writing for 2019.

UPDATE:  We will begin new blog submissions on July 1, 2018!

Happy New Year!

Please enjoy these photos from my Christmas and may you and your feline family members have a warm, merry, and bright New Year in 2018!

There is Still Good in the World

     These photos are from a local place in my community where people can fill jugs and purchase their own mineral water.  The place has been there since the 1950s....
However, recently I noticed a change there.  They have started feeding stray cats there.  It warms my heart to see it.

Boy, am I in Trouble!

     If black cats are really bad luck, then boy am I in trouble!  I have one neighbor to my right that our family is friendly with.  Their house is directly next door.  I have another neighbor we are friendly with that is to my left and is actually two houses away and quite a distance from the main road.  These neighbors we are friendly with, but for whatever reason, they do not associate with each other.  They just don't have anything in common and I guess the distance keeps them from communication.  Anyway, the neighbor to my left found a black kitten out on the highway and brought her into their home.  They love and adore her and gave her the name "Pickles."  About a week later, the neighbor to my left adopted a black kitten from a shelter and affectionately named him, "Pepper."  Both cats are indoor and outdoor cats so I see them out and about. I am particularly amused by this situation since the cats look identical and their names are fairly similar. Yet, their owners don't even speak to each other!  Should I be amused, though?  I mean, really....if black cats are bad luck, I have one on either side that I can't get away from.  Boy, am I in trouble!

BY THE WAY....HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

(This was written by my daughter, Karen.)