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Pretty Kitty, "What have you done now?"
August 29th 1976
Tabby and White
Catnip, being close to me, stealing my rings and putting them where they'd catch the sunlight
I don't think she had any.
Me, paper cups, sweetgum balls, a brush hair roller
Favorite Nap Spot:
on a window ledge in the sun, in my lap
Anything I was eating, corn on the cob, chicken soup with matzo balls, and chicken fried steak
She could break out of Alcatraz and she could put on the cute to get out of anything.
I first met Steinem when my cousin adopted her before checking with his landlord. He called me in a panic and I agreed to adopt her if she liked me. I went to his apartment that evening, after a fast trip through the grocery store for pan, litter, food, etc. When I walked in and sat down she jumped into my lap. During dinner, she sat in my lap at the table and purred. She rode across town zipped up in my sweatshirt.
I named her after Gloria Steinem. Ms. Steinem is a hero of mine and I always thought she looked like an elegant, confident cat. After I got the cat and all the baggage in, I sat down to catch my breath. The first thing I did was pick up my latest Ms magazine, and Steinem got her name.
I'm not one to make pictures of anybody; I don't like to have a lot of stuff to move around. I don't have a picture of Steinem to put on the page so I found a picture of Ms. Steinem and a sketch of a gray mackrel and white tabby to use.
She was with me for nearly 13 years
Steinem got into more scrapes and caused more commotion than any three regular cats. She talked constantly and would actually seem to be trying to have a conversation with me. People always commented on it.
She loved to ride in my 1969 Volkswagen; that's the one with the high seat backs with the head rest built in. Steinem would sit between me and the window with her butt on the seat back and her front paws on my left shoulder. It was so funny to see the expression on people's faces when they passed us and my fur collar stared at them with big green eyes.
I sewed and did a lot of hand work, every bit of it with Steinem in my lap or on the back of my chair. Right after she came to live with me, I almost threw her in the dumpster because she got into the paper bag I was using to catch seam trimmings and went to sleep. Just before I got to the dumpster, my bag of trash meowed. Stopped using paper bags that day! There's a huge crewel picture hanging in my Mother's kitchen that has some of Steinem's hair in it. She laid on my legs and I'd sorted the thread across her body. She never tangled a single strand.
Steinem would come into the bathroom while I was in the tub and sit on the edge. She'd dip her paw into the warm scented water and wash her face with it. She'd get inside the shower curtain and watch while anyone took a shower if they didn't close the bathroom door firmly.
My father found out the hard way that she liked to watch the toilet being flushed. She'd nudge my bare butt with her nose if I sat too long. Daddy didn't realize he hadn't shut the door firmly and Ms Steinem slipped into the bathroom and nudged him. He nearly fell head first into the tub he was so surprised. Until the day he died, he'd make sure he locked the bathroom door. That was long after Steinem went to the Rainbow Bridge. I miss her still.
I could write a book about the adventures we had together. Maybe I will some day.
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One New Year's Eve, some friends came to my house for a small get together. Our Priest dropped in to have a drink and a late supper. He set his Scotch and water down on the floor by his chair and Steinem kept stealing sips. The next morning, she was so hung over she hid her head under my pillow when I got up and started moving around. I watched her very carefully all that day to be sure she was OK. And after that I made sure she was a teetotaler!
You have to remember that this was in the 1970's. Steinem loved the smell of pot. If someone had even a shred of pot in a pocket, Steinem could sniff it out. A bearded friend who regularly smoked would come in and she couldn't wait to get in his lap and love on his beard. We never had the heart to tell him it was the pot she loved.
My roommate had a pretty, gray Persian. My cat was long and lanky, very much the Siamese body type and the Persian was tiny. Those two got into some stuff. If the Persian got fussed out, she ran to Steinem to be comforted. The two cats played "Musical Beds"; they'd sleep with one of us for a while and then go to the other bedroom for a while. We never did figure out which one was knocking the receiver off the phone if it rang too often.
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April 1st 2011 8:19 am
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Today is April 1; Rainbow Bridge Day. I sent Mom blue skies this morning; but she didn't wake up early. She's gotten a little lazy since she retired. Actually, I'm glad to see she's able to sleep late. She always had to get up early and go to work when I was with her.
The new kitties have learned to sleep late with her. I think that's cute. Charley snuggles close to Mom's feet and Tia snuggles close to Mom's shoulder. They all smile at their dreams.
I don't worry about Mom since the new kitties came to live with her. They're doing a great job of keeping her straight; believe me I know how hard that can be.
March 16th 2011 10:57 am
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I don't often post any more. Mom's got the two new kitties to look out for her. They seem to be doing a pretty good job.
Today I want to send purrs and hugs to Hazel Lucy's Mom. It's a hard decision she had to make and she did the unselfish thing. She let Hazel Lucy go so that she wouldn't be sick any longer. Mom has tears in her eyes; she remembers sending me and Winnie to the bridge.
That's all I can write now.
December 26th 2010 9:32 am
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When Mom got up this mornning the ground was white. It doesn't snow often in South Carolina so it's an occasion.
Mom looked at the snow and remembered how much I liked to go out in the snow and play in the drifts. I loved to jump into a drift and pop up with a snow cone on my head. Mom didn't let me stay out too long and when I came in, she'd wrap me up in a warm towel and I'd take a nap on her lap.
The new kids seem to be a little cold natured and Mom doesn't let them go out unless they're in a carrier or on a leash. They won't ever have the fun that I had playing outside. It's a little sad that it isn't safe for kitties to play outside alone anymore. I lived to be nearly 13 as an inside-outside kitty; but things are a lot different now than it was 23 years ago.
Looks like snow memories are going to be mine alone.
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