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.
Beautiful stuff to inspire you to greater creativity. Get out there and make some art, people.
- Sand sculptures.
- For the cat lovers.
- Quilt show-and-tell.
- Beautiful tangles from all over the world, same theme.
- The 100 books of 2018 that the New York Times considers notable.
- Aachen Cathedral and the wardrobe of Mary.
- Crease. Fold. Color.
- Favorite recipes. Lovely servingware.
- Gorgeous laser-cut light displays.
- Prize-winning photography.
- Artwork available as prints, posters, shirts, and skateboards.
- An artist’s tribute to her dad. (You’ll need a hanky for this one.)
Yesterday my critique group, Tuesday’s Children, went out to eat to celebrate our friend Judy’s seventy-ninth birthday. The conversation wandered to Inktober, and my friend, coincidentally named Kitty (who is a major cat lover) suggested (twice) that I needed to draw a cat. I want to lure Kitty to my blog, so here is a kitty for Kitty: