Clackers or Klackers or Klaquers & Cherries

Hey! Our friends told us that since the Catster & Dogster codes had changed that we needed to check out our pages & make sure the writing could still be read & that the page actually loaded & that falling objects still fell from the top of the page & not at the bottom or in a straight line in a very small line down the bottom of the page. Uh, falling objects? Can you find us some falling objects? Okay, our people are ill so could you just give us some codes? Don't suppose they have any toys? Oh yeah, great cause Morse's Mom played with Clackers when she was a kid too & so when she saw these things that were supposed to be cherries she said oh wait, these look just like Clackers! That was one of the toys we named & she laughed & said oh I kind of doubt anyone would have those! These look similar to them, but the strings aren't quite long enough -- they had long strings & a loop at the top big enough for a couple of fingers to fit into them & were supposed to be made of high density (not computer diskettes or tv or CD's or DVD's as those didn't exist then) plastic & to be unbreakable & then later much to my human male's regrets & his sister's the toys were recalled because some very energetic kids bouncing them off walls & other objects as kids will do, managed to break them & shatter them into pieces & get injured. Cat Darn shame too cause those were really fun to bat around the floor when the kids weren't around, were away at school or wherever & didn't take those two plastic things like the large superball but maybe a little smaller on their string with them. Loved it when they left the Clackers on their door too cause those were really fun to bat back & forth & they would make really cat cool loud noises too! They bounced down the stairs with wonderful great thuds too & were fun to chase down the stairs too!

The object of clackers was exactly what you think, to bounce them together & learn to do tricks with them like to make them bounce together on the down & to swing all the way up over the fingers & bounce together. Of course my human male child said the reason they were actually probably banned was because they made such excellent weapons & kids were hitting each other in the head with them on the school bus & at the bus stop & at school so that they got banned from school & school events, which was why they hung on the door when the kids were at school. His were cherry red & red was one of his favorite colors at the time -- yeah, he was asking his Dad if he could paint his room red & then Chinese lacquered red & then if not then maybe black & red striped or no? Then how about a checkerboard pattern & we can find or make some giant checkers & attach them to the wall? NO! Humph! You're no fun! That's not fair! You said I could paint my room any color I wanted! I still don't see how painting his room a dulled white was rebellious but he sure thought it was! But I digress....

I loved jumping up in the air after those Clackers because they were just so much fun & one of the Russian Blue cats was there or that other oh, what's the name of the French breed with the fur like wool? Remember that & how upset the kids would get at being head butted because man oh man cat oh cat how all those grey cats liked to head butt. The grey cat, maybe Ratt who was a British Blue breed & a gift that couldn't be refused, would head butt them hard in the chest or actually in the head trying to get those clackers away from them & then he would grab the braided cord string in his mouth & run with them & wouldn't want to give them back. I tried to tell him to chill about those head butts & maybe he would get to stay, but then he would head butt me! So I just left him alone about it & tried to get him locked away in the bedroom or bathroom while they were playing by yowling & yowling at Mother until she locked me out of her room & put something against the door -- preferably with him in the room because he was a real fighter, just loved to wrestle & play cat boxing & he could knock me across the room. Those muscular grey cats just never seemed to know their own strength either....

My male child boy human had red clackers with a braided black cord stream & my female child had purple ones with a red braided string & with red balls inside or that's what they looked like resembling polka dots though she said hearts. Didn't care cause those things were just such fun & the kids would get so annoyed and so would their friends when I came out of nowhere & jumped into the air to bat at the balls on a string & messed up their clacker games though sometimes I made them go up over the hand & clack together. Wasn't that a fun game?! Yeah.... Miss being an earth bound cat sometimes...
Thomas the Great Hunter from the sky

Aquarium Fish & ConCats to Bobbi Boi a Daily Diary Pick- today!!!!

When I was an Earth cat how I loved aquariums! My children had one much of the time & I figured out how to flip that hinged lid & stick my paw down into that aquarium & go fishing! Loved to fish, just loved it but so hated getting my paw wet that I would stick my paw in & almost have myself a fish & then the water would start bothering me the fact that my paw was awfully wet so I would have to pull my paw out & shake it & lick it with that great tasting fishy water on it: that taste just whet my appetite for hordeuvres of fish, so I would try again. In with paw & after fish watching from the top or the front as the fish darted away from my paw. Out with paw to shake it & lick it and so I grew increasingly frustrated & needed to stick my paw back into that aquarium but then I would get frantic and shake my paw all around because man did I ever hate that water! Oh how I hated getting my paws wet and so out with my paw and a try with the other paw for awhile & both paws wet & sometimes I had a fish by that time but took awhile for me to learn the virtue of patience and just sitting there to scare the bejeebers devil of those fish before I even started pawing. OH, I had my methods & learned new ones -- crouching at the bottom & purring because they hated cat purrs & it would cause them to move so I would move & purr & sit up & down and then the fish would be near the top & a couple of quick scoops & I had a kissing fish (they were a little bitter & so didn’t much care for them & munched & spit them out which upset my people to no end that I just killed the fish & wasted it -- why the least he could do was eat it. Hey my people, have you ever tasted one of those nasty kissing fish?) Then onto large guppies & to babies & that upset my people to no end & they so fussed & chased me around that I stopped eating the little baby fish. Scoop & again & again & Angel Fish & those my friends were quite tasty, but I would leave the fins parts of the fish in front of the aquarium & my people would just fuss at me, but I would just purr & purr on my job well done… but they caught on and started putting books on top & took awhile for me to figure out a good way to get the books off without falling into the aquarium myself & that story and another of my methods I will leave for another day.

Now until I learned patience, I would become so frustrated that I would get up on both back legs & stick both paws in the aquarium and skew them around wildly trying to skewer a fish claws outstretched. Also, I would sometimes stick my face into the aquarium & one time even had to go to the vet because that stupid aquarium shark bit me! Sometimes I would even stick my whole head underwater for a minute & how it annoyed me & angered me when my people laughed at me & then moved me away from the aquarium & even sat down by it to thwart me. I also tried after pushing the hinged top back, standing on the aquarium but that was foolish as several times that sent me the whole cat right into the aquarium with a splash & a run. My people would try to fuss at me but they would be so busy laughing especially if they walked in & saw it that they couldn’t fuss & I was utterly humiliated & had to go hide in my shame after licking my paws clean & sometimes submitting to being dried off with a towel. However, that was before I learned patience or for the most part.

Have some entries to catch up. My people have been busy working & doing other things & haven’t been on as much as they would have liked, but I will meow more frequently & fly down & annoy them with my Siamese cat yowls until they type entries for me on a more regular basis. Okay, so I’m on a cruise to Canada & need to get back to it.
**** Concats to my fur-iend Bobbi Boi on being a Daily Diary Pick! Can’t find your Catster number but am listing your family page below so those furs who want to go over & read your great diary can! ****

http://www.catster.com/family/166526
Family page for Bobbi Boi a Daily Diary Pick today on Catster!!!!

Birthday Bash @ Kitthaven Estates

Didn’t get to post much as the system was slow ours or Catster’s not sure which but still it was a great party to be at & to see going on with from just our pages two Nemo Fish & just like Shane Ladd & Shaun to be so cute & to slurp up so much attention! Really cute little fishies they were too & they had a blast swimming around the other cats & dogs HuCats & HuDogs feet in the swimming pool & nibbling on toes & coming up to be petted & having others feed them taking them salmon & lobster & other assorted treats from the great grill cook out at the party & milkshakes & ice cream sodas so they had just a blast & forgot all about the rest of us on their pages or for the most part. Mouser had a great time too underwater for the most part eating & drinking underwater as a scuba diver & he brought his friend dolphins to the pool with him! So everyone had to dive into the pool to see the cute little Nemo fish that Little Emma dubbed the “Catfish” oh how very cute -- yes, stealing attention away again Shaun & Shane & still oh so cute as Nemo fish & sure that you will be Nemo fish until the next event too! Sigh. Cute little Himalayan guys even as angels and how to fight that one? Getting attention again too, Mouser! Dolphins? Okay, I’m swimming in with dolphins to the next party if there is even another swim party before summer is over! Then Magpie came as a mermaid cat complete with a bottle of Evian water so again every fur had to dive into the pool just to see the mermaid but at least she & the others kept Beckham & Emma & Augie the cat not the dog on our pages entertained -- it was Augie’s second anniversary wedding anniversary. Not used to the idea of cats getting married either. Thomasina was my love cat but in my day cats & dogs didn’t get married not cats to cats not dogs to dogs and not cats to dogs as seems to be something new here -- or it has been suggested that has or will occur sometime in the near future. Cats were just expected to live in call of the wild fashion as nature took them although sometimes it was suggested that two cats could love each other but it was more of a nature’s way common law of Mother Nature sort of marriage & was never called marriage & would have been corrected if anyone dared to call it marriage or something that rich people did in their spare time or people with cute little dogs lap dogs but not for the vast majority and now we see it here all over Catster. Whoa. Have to adjust to the concept of cats marrying as if two angels can marry then certainly me & Thomasina should marry. Will have to worry about making plans now.

The party was furtabulous & purr-fect, just a wonder-purr sort of party and a great first pool party for me too as most of us angel cats didn’t attend the one at Paw It Forward, just Mouser wasn’t it? Figures it would be him too. The only cats that drove cars would have been cartoon cats in my time too, but Emma got a dune buggy for her birthday and gave everyone rides on the beach right by the pool. Hmm. Maybe we should have a beach party if there’s a beach by the pool. Maybe someone should suggest it as certainly the mermaid cat Magpie & Mouser & the dolphins with him & the two Nemo fish somehow managed to swim straight into the pool from the nearby ocean so a beach party thread might be good for a party before the summer is over. Beckham received a Ferrari for his Meow Day & Augie received a Ferrari for his second wedding anniversary. So guess that I will be needing a car for my birthday my people even if I don’t have a party, just a great picture of it on my page will do. Now, let’s see what kind of car do I want? Something vintage perhaps? Other than that, kind of strange to be a HuCat so I would like some nice angel wings pictures too me with wings in a great beach or pool scene as sometimes I think me & Thomasina both would prefer to go as angel cats, not always but sometimes. Just strange being a cat & human all at once & going to take some adjustment time.

If enough on our pages had been able to go, we would have gone to the Fancypants Café pool party for Reba’s birthday yesterday but Sunday, as always, seems to be a church day & family day & outside day & dinner together day & etc. for our families so not enough were going. Maybe another day. Was kind of late too for a Sunday & know that some had to work today.
From the Great Hunter’s Dream Catcher, Thomas


** Thanks for the great lovely beautiful sun to Karma Kitty, Charlie Clarence, Punkin Pooh, & Bobbi Boi. Hope that you have a sunny purr-fect day too! **

Thanks for all the rosettes! Agnes Endora the Witch Cat...

So sorry that I haven't meowed here for awhile, but I am dependant on my people & looks like they've been busy adding another cat -- yeah, that's right Agnes Endora is my family member! Wow & she's a witch cat! Don't blame her for going all vengeful though as know how my people are & so she became an illusion & all of my efforts flying around in angel form & running around in ghost cat form didn't attract them back to her. Doesn't help that she's black & can pass as a shadow in the darkness of the house & know how they used to be & still are about saving money & turning off lights so she has probably made them think they were tripping over air in the dark! Welcome to you Agnes Endora & great to have you as yet another illusion, figment of the imagination if briefly member of the family. Glad that they at least have other cats & you don't have to sneak up on the tables & the counter sniffing out food any more though I know that they fed you at first for awhile & that you didn't go feral right away. Bet they wondered why they were finding dead bird carcasses in the backyard too & things like squirrel tails as know they did with me! They just decided you were dead, I'm sure, & would have added you to the pages as an angel cat but Shane sure did help you out there! Welcome to the family lovely black lady cat Agnes Endora! Hope that they catch you & socialize you soon even if you have to stay indoors.

Sorry that I forgot to thank for all the rosettes but my meower typist hasn't been online here that much & does meow type for some of the other cats too though she or he is slacking off! So thanks below & if I haven't paw mailed, well the other one who could type for me has grass allergies and is busy right now (glares at both typists) or they would have thanked you for me & we will correct that situation hopefully tonight.

**THANKS**

** Thanks to the Catster Cat for giving me my first blue star & welcoming me to Catster calling me a cool cat! ** June 14, 2009
** Thanks to The family of Dion The CatDog, Thomasina, BabyCat Calliope (Callie), Inspector Morse (Henry) and more! July 14, 2009 Forever crown / for the forever crown especially to the Siamese cats in that family who signed: Thomasina, Caelian Kian, & Takoda Crow! Yes, I was indeed the King of my household so thanks! **
** Thanks to Tony, Stormy, Grey, Sammy, Anna, Cleo and Ashe! for the lovely blue ribbon & the congrats on being a Daily Diary Pick & for saying my writing is great! (Swishes tail & holds head up twitching whiskers) & why yes it is my meowing so therefore my writing & my typist just uses the fingers that cats don't have to type it in so thank you very much! July 31, 2009**
** Thanks to Jack, Bobby & Teddy Kittedy for the great rainbow & for the congrats on being a Daily Diary Pick! Know that I paw mailed you to congrat Bobby for being a Daily Diary Pick the same day! July 31, 2009 **
** Thanks to Grace, Casey & Leo for the beautiful rainbow & the congrats on being a Daily Diary Pick & for the tears of your Mom on my sad bio! Yes, but my people still loved me & even as a ghost cat still yet alive I curled up to them & I ran away to join my girlfriend cat the lovely lady Thomasina! But all the tears help us angel cats you know so thank you! July 31, 2009**
** Thanks to Takoda Crow, Inspector Morse, Leah, BabyCat Calliope,
Lilly Cat, Thomasina & Caelian Kian for the wonderpurr tree that I have so enjoyed climbing inside the computer box & oh you know if you've read my diaries (or maybe I haven't meowed enough about it yet) how much I loved to watch squirrels & birds & to climb trees! Thanks for the congrats on being Daily Diary pick too! July 31, 2009**
** Thanks to the PURRS AND TRILLS to KARMA, CHARLIE, PUNKIN AND BOBBIfor the delicious cold refreshing ice cream cone! While I was an earth cat I just loved ice cream & begged for it! Adored that cold stuff in all its different flavors! Thanks for the congrats on being a Daily Diary Pick too! July 31, 2009**

Again sorry that I haven't paw mailed some of you & will paw mail some of you a second time! Apologies for my people (tapping claws at my people) not sitting down at the computer & typing translating my meows into the printed word lately too! Will have to do better.
From the Great Hunter's Dream Catcher, Thomas

Diary of the Day! Thanks Catster powers that be!!

I am Diary of the Day, Thomas the Great Hunter! Diary of the Day! Purring with joy I am! Thanks to those powers that be at Catster that choose the diaries for making me Diary of the Day! Great to be acknowledged. Great to be remembered. Great that the people are finally remembering things as they really were and leaving that state of denial. Just because something happens doesn't make us ghost cats so if your cat that ran away, that you're not positive crossed the Rainbow Bridge keeps appearing to you, retrieve your cat gone wild, acknowledge the cat and work on re-assimilating that cat into the family. If your cat has definitely crossed the Bridge be very happy that your cat is checking up on you and watching over you and visiting you in spirit for you were loved and that's something wonderful to be loved by a cat.
From my Dream Catcher, Thomas the Great Hunter

** Thanks to Tony, Stormy, Grey, Sammy, Anna, Cleo and Ashe for my great blue ribbon & for the good thoughts on enjoying my diary and for being Diary of the Day! **

In the Bathroom, In the Hallway

Imagine that! There was a Shane as if I didn't know that all along. You humans are the ones with the faulty memories not us cats! No matter what that dog whisperer person says about dogs (& pets) living very much in the moment, he is wrong! Wrong! Wrong! But after all he is the DOG whisperer and those dogs just have him fooled on that one. Round of applause for the dogs and cats take a bow because that guy just doesn't seem to be that much into cats. We seem to baffle him and confuse him. GOOD! That's an art for us cats being mysterious and confusing.

Every now & then I would start hissing and carrying on for no apparent reason and usually after dark and they would talk about the temperment problems of the Siamese cat! HEY! Look you idiot humans, do you not see that other cat there? Walking right by him and you instinctively step around him but you're in denial on the reality of that cat is there and he can't be because one he died and then we named another cat something close so we could overlay the memory, same thing you did to the dog the Sheltie apparently though he did really die and I never knew him but boy oh cats in the sky that male Himalayan that visited was pissed off about the death of that dog & would seek out his things and hiss at the new dog in the house that took his place and then you would be looking right at me and was my body in hiss mode? Oh but it must be me hissing even if the sound was coming from another direction because even though that big fluff ball was shedding fur, why couldn't be that there was another cat in the house and then certainly there weren't two cats. Thomasina was just not thrilled to see me in her house either. She may have been feral but both she and Shane considered this their house! And they didn't like each other and sometimes I would get caught right in the middle of two very clear cats that they would insist were invisible fighting. If they were invisible then why turn off the lights instead of turning them on or leaving them on? Oh, ghost cats so we must turn all the lights off so we can all bump into them and fall over them in the dark because they're not ghosts and really we know this or we would turn the lights on and FACE them! My humans, don't you ever say any of us cats were crazy. We knew who was alive and who was dead and it was you who were in denial!

Catching Your Bad Dreams but letting cat memories thru, Thomas

Computers? Cat & Dog Fights! Work for some....

Our second cruise wasn't quite as good as the first for some of us. Plus we were supposed to go to an Ice Cream Social at Kitthaven Estates for a birthday party (oh we need to stop by Ginger Belle's page & explain that one and wish her a belated happy birthday!) and just forget that one because our computer froze up before the tour in South America on Saturday afternoon and just unfroze enough to use it late today -- and others in the account at different places were having problems too. Our firewall got into a huge fight or war with Windows Vista after an update and we didn't think we would ever get that update unloaded & still need to reload it! Why? Been on the box at least a couple of weeks and suddenly the firewall decides it's some sort of virus attacking the computer when it's actually a part of the operating system & the computer can't function without Windows Vista. When I was around we didn't have these PC tv type boxes or flat screen things. Hey computers were huge things then that took up large rooms and punch cards were still around -- well, before I passed on people were really starting to have these computer boxes they typed into from a keyboard but nothing like now! Sometimes these things are just such a pain and the humans seem to be unable to live without these computers these days too.

Others got into huge cat & dog fights and so forgot all about anything on Dogster & Catster. Oh yes that's right, in different little groupings the humans behind us cats & dogs who type for us meow and bark for us got into these verbal battles and some still haven't finished yet! Didn't know cats brought up old battle wounds and battle scars did you? Obviously we do. Not the accuracy of the memories just that remember this or that thing occurred around that time -- wait a minute that's when you did this or that to me! OH, fight word war word battle fight fight fight. Okay, but maybe that's a good thing for some and they need to get things from the past out in the open and settled finally. I never knew you felt this or that way about the incident. Yes. Get to know each other again and get the old hurt, old anger, old resentment out of the system finally. Cathartic.

The Carolina Dog project had said they might not make it and that someone might need to type for Augie. Haven't checked to see if they did but seeing no sign of the others in the Ice Cream Social state room banquet room group thread at Kitthaven or the group threads at C&D cruise lines but haven't read through all yet. Haven't gotten back to visit our groups yet either so don't know if any made it there. Knew that August Max & Marc ended up having to work after all & know they have to take jobs when they get them & need the money and the economy is bad so their humans have to save for a rainy day in case jobs dry up for the guard dog security service. At least we made the wedding on Friday so something to talk about and made some early morning time in South America on Saturday before the firewall started denying Windows Vista elements access.

Just checking in from the Spirit World & will yowl meow again later.
From the Great Hunter, Thomas

My Typists

In my case one or both of the kids in the family types for me translates my meows from the skies onto the page or from right by them as I fly around in spirit form. Eventually hope that Dad -- Mom would never type it herself would have someone do it for her and Dad could do that as although her typing skills are adequate her computer skills are minimal. She always thinks she's doing something that's going to permanently break the computer and maybe that's possible as she can make the tv do some fairly strange things and years back, she could make the VCR seemingly fast forward and rewind at the same time just separate into screens on top of each other. Really witchy fingertips that Mom has! Maybe Dad will add to it and talk for me one day and say some things the kids, now long adults, wouldn't. Working on another entry but for some reason the issue of who types for quite a few of us has come up over and over. Definitely not the same persons. So in my case, now you know!
From the Great Hunter, Thomas

English Peas & Rice or Mashed Potatoes // Tattoos and Shots- & Other Things Assorted

My food tastes varied but I always loved English peas especially when the little cans of baby peas came out. I could tolerate carrots too but usually if it was a tv dinner (remember those in their aluminum trays? Sectioned and just take them out of the cardboard box and take the aluminum foil covered tray and pop them in the oven? Sometimes the kids had certain types they didn’t like so me and the dog would get a whole tray to ourselves or more than one because Dad had certain flavors he didn’t like too) and it was the peas and carrots mixed, I would pick out all the peas and leave the carrots for the dogs which really, really annoyed him because he loved peas just as much as I did. How I loved English peas and so did Thomasina. But I especially loved the little baby peas in a can when they came out. OH those were good. Loved it when Mom mixed them with rice or mashed potatoes or the kids did and Mom always made extra so that us pets could enjoy some too and she would just always say if Dad fussed about her making too much, well it’s not going to waste. He would say it’s going to get pushed to the back of the refrigerator and no one will eat it. She said when I was growing up, we never bought our pets food in cans. Sometimes you bought a huge hundred pound bag of dry food for them which lasted a long time and we mashed up the dog’s food for the cat. They got table scraps whatever was left on our plates and what little was left in the pot -- what wasn’t going to the pigs or cow or the chickens too but the pets got first choice on certain things especially at breakfast, so I got little egg scraps but Mom didn’t think bacon and sausage was good for dogs and cats so we didn’t get those scraps but we got grits sometimes or Cream of Wheat or oatmeal with butter and fruit mixed into it, not everyday but often enough. But the peas and rice and peas and mashed potatoes all mixed together I just loved & could eat a whole bowl of it at once but if Thomasina was around, I would share it with her just leave the room for a minute and get the dog to chase me and in she would walk sometimes too quickly. No problem about being petted either because Mom & Dad would say to the kids Un uh! You don’t pet the cat or the dog when they’re eating! So Thomasina who often could barely tolerate being petted could eat and share my food and that’s one reason I ate so much -- because it wasn’t just me!

Yes, I was a big cat but I wasn’t fat just stocky and very muscular, called an old style Siamese these days with an apple head instead of the elongated Asian cat head. Both of us were very muscular cats and we were so much heavier than we looked too! We didn’t much care for being picked up but when someone would try they would always drop us just from the surprise of how heavy we were: very compact and very well muscled. We had healthy appetites and we were very active cats but also sometimes very nocturnal -- just went in stages and in hotter weather we both preferred to hunt at night and play at night and sleep throughout the day because all we had were window fans and box fans and some of those oscillating fans so we would find somewhere dark and sleep sometimes together under the bed or in the closet. I went to the vet for a check up but after awhile Mother did all of our shots and just kept the bottle and had a tag engraved with the lot number on it, which you can still do and that way if you lose the information you have a tag and you know you can have a couple of tags done no not to cheat but in case your pet doesn’t keep on his or her collar or is bad at losing the tags -- then you have a back up and it just serves as both proof to anyone asking and a reminder of when it needs doing again. Both of us had tattoo’s too. Right inside our mouth edge somewhere little tattoo’s and most didn’t know but our parents got us back that way several times, yes even the feral Thomasina. Hmm. Know that microchips exist today but does anyone ever tattoo any more? Yes that’s right -- we were on an old experimental system on the tattoos and Dad would say it was like the race horses and stud horses and like some championship dogs and cats and there was a big mainframe because we were pedigreed and that was a service offered. My number / letters were long but tiny and you had to have a good magnifying glass to see it. Some or our neighbors thought it meant the antichrist was coming and that it would be people next -- why in Great Britain with national health care there or on the way, one day they were going to tattoo people’s scalps with their I.D. number so the end of the world was nigh and no, absolutely do NOT tattoo your cats, shades of John Calvin throwing the cats off the roof he must have been justified because those of us with tattoos were the devil’s cats and witches’ familiars.

Well more one food some other time. Kind of got sidetracked there.

From my Dream Catcher, Thomas the Great Hunter

Bell Collars

Mother always did have to try & save those stupid birds! Dad would explain to the kids that cats are natural born hunters and killers of all woodland creatures and if they couldn’t accept that fact then why they shouldn’t have a cat. For some reason this always disturbed Mother even though she had barn cats and house cats as a child and they killed mice in the house and outside and kept the area depopulated of all birds. For some reason the times, the 1960’s which though full of violent demonstrations and protests was also a time of love fests and peace and harmony and we are at one with the universe and the earth and into the 1970’s when all became tree huggers and no living thing should die. I’m sorry but I was always a cat and Siamese cats, no humbleness my friends, are the greatest hunter cats that ever lived. Mother was a wife & Mother & had a job and so was a career woman too and that was a difficult thing, but she juggled and balanced her life, but my point is she wasn’t a hippie or a flower child and was very much formed by the 1950’s and other times so although young just strange to me that she bought into the whole notion that people and somehow cats as an extension were all peaceful at heart. No, I was a natural born hunter and killer of all wild things in the woodland and so Dad was right!

Unfortunately, Mother kept trying to find ways to keep me a peace loving cat and to thwart my hunting expeditions as if somehow that would make me a peaceful cat and a member of Bird Killers Anonymous. NO, I was NEVER going to be a member of that group and I hated bells of all kinds didn’t like them off collars so why the devil would I have ever liked to wear those stupid things? Mother even said this will warn the birds that you’re coming! OH yeah like that’s ever going to happen and I’m going to allow the cat is coming early warning system around my neck! No, not gonna happen not now not ever! That also kept me from ever wearing collars of any kinds. Mother would place her latest bell collar around my neck and nothing would work to make her take it off, not pretending I was choking to death, not finding objects and catching the collar on it, not playing dead, not yowling on a constant basis -- oh no then she just put me outside so the birds and squirrels could watch me and laugh at me! But it did have the effect of always making her loosen it just one notch and that was a perfect situation for me because then I could get that silly thing off and no creature knew I was coming. I became a master at removing my collar and later even removing the bell or sometimes, horrors, bells that she placed on my collar to keep the creatures safe from the violent murderous cat. It’s called hunting my dear and I was just highly skilled at it and rarely missed my mark! I had a yen for bird flesh and squirrel meat and mice and all kinds of things and all the cat food in the world wouldn’t have taken away my need to stalk, hunt and kill wild little woodland creatures because I was the Great Hunter and because I was a C-A-T! And That spells CAT!
From the Great Hunter in the Spirit World, Thomas