What’s more fun than a new kitten! (See JACKIE CAT, Nov 18, 2013) But they do require some serious training so the day we brought ours home from the ASPCA we read him the house rules – don’t bite the hand that feeds you, keep your paws off the house plants, and please sleep in your own little wicker cat bed. But came nightfall the pitter- patter of four little feet on the quilt told me Jackie Cat had his own ideas about the house rules. For there I was stuck in...
Archive - November 2013
Like all pet-lovers, when our pussycat died we were heartbroken. (See LUCY GRAY, Nov 10, 2013) We mourned Lucy for a week or two and when we couldn’t stand it any longer we headed for the ASPCA. There we saw so many wonderful cats, we couldn’t decide. Then a little black and white tuxedo kitten scampered up my husband’s leg, climbed onto his shoulder and started to purr. We named him for Jackie Robinson and took him home. Wouldn’t you? Dana Susan Lehrman
Our beloved Lucy Gray died in September at the age of 18. For a pussycat that’s a good, long life I’m told. Lucy was not a cat that meowed very much, and since she’d gotten older she wasn’t very frisky. The truth is what Lucy did most of the time was sleep. Invariably we’d come home to find her sleeping on the bed or on the couch, in the closet or on the rug, in her wicker cat bed, or curled up on a sunny windowsill. So now I wonder – as Lucy...