A lot of interesting articles this week.
Topics serious and entertaining:
Happy New Year! (May it be better than last year. Please, God. Amen.)
Oh, is it Friday already? So sorry I’m late!
Our last cat, Zoe, passed away this past June.
In June, 2001, Greg took four of our kids to a former student’s house to look at some kittens. I gave him permission to choose one or two to adopt. (We’d previously owned two cats, and then three more cats. We were catless at the time.)
He came home with four kittens.
“Why?” I asked.
“I couldn’t break up the family, could I?”
Each kid got to name a kitten. They were Channing, Cloud, Bruce, and Zoe.
They all lived fairly long lives. I think Bruce was first to pass, then Channing. Then last year, Cloud.
Zoe, who had been quite fat at one point in her life, weighed only 3 pounds the day she died. She started hanging out in the shower, which was what Bruce did when he was ready to die. I took Zoey to the vet and stayed with her while they administered the shots. Little sweetie. I miss her so. She was nineteen years old, the oldest cat we’d ever had.
But I’d gotten really tired of cat hair everywhere. There will be no more cats at this Huelsenbeck house. Three of our kids, though, have cats.
Here’s a wonderful article about an artist who draws illustrations from cat photos online. They will make you laugh. Enjoy. And pet a cat today.
Great inspiration for your creativity this weekend:
I am participating in two challenges this month, OctPoWriMo and Inktober. To make it easier on myself, I’m trying to write a new poem on odd-numbered days and make a drawing on even-numbered days.
Today’s prompt is Fur Babies.
No, these are not Stripy and Schwartz. I couldn’t find a picture of them. Sorry.
Our First Two Cats
I gave my daughter the job
of naming the two kittens.
She named the tabby Stripy
and the black one Schwartz.
(Schwartz was also a nickname I called my daughter.)
One year we ordered cat Christmas ornaments engraved with their names
but they sent us child ornaments instead.
I imagined the confusion of the engraver—
They have a kid named Schwartz?
They have a kid named Stripy?
When we moved across the country,
for logistics sake, we found them a new home
with an older woman who lived alone.
She phoned us more than once
to tell us how much it meant to her
to come home from work and be greeted
by her kitties; no more lonesome home.
Gorgeous ideas to jump-start your imagination.