Okay,Okay,Okay…we have had some computer problems for last few days…Mom L has not had time to “channel” my thoughts as much as I like….buuuuttttt…
SHE BOUGHT A NEW DIGITAL CAMERA TODAY…
YES!!! JUST FOR ME! shhhhhh…Dad doesn’t know!!!
Now, just a little post tonight to remind you to read my sidebar menus…but before I post that…seriously…this is how I get so many head rubs from Dad P…)…I present my chin…
Now…I….OH MY GOSH….I NEVER THOUGHT HE WOULD PUT THESE PICTURES ON MY BLOG…..Humiliating…..my EB condition is showing! Seriously, I don’t like others knowing I have EB, it’s not every cat’s challenge I know, but I am one of those who has this serious feline condition. Not life threatening, mind you, but it can show up and cause a cat like me to become very embarrassed.
OOOKKKAAYYY….I like t’have my butt brushed….FINE!!! So tell the world!!!! FINE!!!
That’s it for now…on to what’s most important….HOW a CAT MUST BE AD-DRESSED!
NOT my DAD P and MOM L…NEVER…but it makes it hard for them to know how to AD_DRESS ME ‘cuz I have ups and downs.
So….here’s how they do it…I think it’s pretty cool myself…
First…they bow from the waist, no really! They do that!! Cool beans, huh?! Anyways, they bow from the waist so’s their faces are more level with me…then they offer their fingers for me to sniff. Com’on…really THEY DO! So, I inspect their fingers and if they don’t have anything yucky smelling on ’em, then I kind’a have this really cute little move…
I sort’a lean towards them with my chin lifted, turning my head away, but this way I make my chin available for a stroke or rub or two, etc. Got it! And that’s how I roll…NEVER FAILS…they always do it that way…
Check out Mr. Eliot’s poem from Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats:
You’ve read of several kinds of Cat,
And my opinion now is that
You should need no interpreter
to understand their character.
You now have learned enough to see
That Cats are much like you and me
And other people whome we find
Possessed of various types of mind.
For some are sane and some are mad
And some are good and some are bad
And some are better, some are worse –
But all may be described in verse.
You’ve seen them both at work and games,
And learnt about their proper names,
Their habits and their habitat:
Now Dogs pretend they like to fight;
They often bark, more seldom bite;
But yet a Dog is, on the whole,
What you would call a simple soul.
Of course I’m not including Pekes,
And such fantastic canine freaks.
The usual Dog about the Town
Is much inclined to play the clown,
And far from showing too much pride
Is frequently undignified.
He’s very easily taken in –
Just chuck him underneath the chin
Or slap his back or shake his paw,
And he will gambol and guffaw.
He’s such an easy-going lout,
He’ll answer any hail or shout.
With Cats, some say, one rule is true:
Don’t speak till you are spoken to.
Myself, I do not hold with that –
I say, you should ad-dress a Cat.
But always keep in mind that he Resents familiarity.
I bow, and taking off my hat,
Ad-dress him in this form: O CAT!
But if he is the Cat next door,
Whom I have often met before
(He comes to see me in my flat)
I greet him with an OOPSA CAT!
I’ve heard them call him James Buz-James –
But we’ve not got so far as names.
Before a Cat will condescend
To treat you as a trusted friend,
Some little token of esteem
Is needed, like a dish of cream;
And you might now and then supply
Some caviare, or Strassburg Pie,
Some potted grouse, or salmon paste –
He’s sure to have his personal taste.
(I know a Cat, who makes a habit
Of eating nothing else but rabbit,
And when he’s finished, licks his paws
So’s not to waste the onion sauce.)
A Cat’s entitled to expect
These evidences of respect.
And so in time you reach your aim,
And finally call him by his NAME.
So this is this, and that is that:
Check out this GREATTTT poem…really one of my fav’s! And…I have 3 names just like Mr. Eliot says…betch’a didn’t know that…huh?! You know my first name…Savannah..but I betch’a can’t guess my Second name…the one all the cats know and it just belongs to me forever, no other cat can have it…go on, I dare ya’, GUESS! And let me know what you think…
The Naming of Cats
The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter, It isn’t just one of your holiday games; You may think at first I’m as mad as a hatter When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.
First of all, there’s the name that the family use daily, Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo or James, Such as Victor or Jonathan, George or Bill Bailey, All of them sensible everyday names.
There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter, Some for the gentlemen, some for the dames: Such as Plato, Admetus, Electra, Demeter – But all of them sensible everyday names.
But I tell you, a cat needs a name that’s particular, A name that’s peculiar, and more dignified, Else how can he keep his tail perpendicular? Or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride?
Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum, Such as Munkustrap, Quaxo, or Coricopat, Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellylorum – Names that never belong to more than one cat.
But above and beyond there’s still one name left over, And that is the name that you never will guess; The name that no human research can discover – But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess.
When you notice a cat in profound meditation, The reason, I tell you, is always the same: His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:
His ineffable effable, effanineffable, Deep and inscrutable singular Name.
T.S. Eliot Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats