I am a retired teacher who is loving being retired almost as much as I loved teaching and loved the kids in my classes. I enjoyed every day that my students learned something new and that lightbulb turned on in their eyes.

There is no greater fulfillment than knowing them now, as adults, some young, a few great grandparents, and knowing the wonderful people they have become. Although what I write, I write for my own pleasure, I also write to honor them.

Thursday, October 19, 2006

cats again




As long as I was installing pictures of those handsome cats, I thought that I would add these three. First, Moya in the bathroom sink. What is it about that sink that she likes so? It has to be more than the toothbrushes!







Then, Inara looking quite beautiful posing there on a pillow; and last the very photogenic Smokey. Doesn't he just look like the dark, scowling Byronic hero of romance novels? Anyway, I really liked that picture and wanted to show him off one more time.








And now, back to sewing. Can't you just see me attempting to work with those three all on the sewing table at the same time, trying to be a part of whatever it was that was going on. They walked all over the notions we were using; determined that they did like the fabric as it was good for lying on; investigated the sewing machine; and, in general, tried to help. Or were they really trying to get our attention away from the sewing and on them? Nahhhhhhh, they wouldn't want that. Would they?
And now, as I said, the next post will be back to sewing.

cats







It seems that most women who love to sew also love cats. The truth is that I am really a dog person; but although cats will never be the companions that dogs are, I have sometimes found cats to be nice to have around.


My niece and her husband have cats: three of them and except for the other night when all three wanted to be in the middle of the sewing table at the same time, I never notice them when at their house. The cats are friendly, agreeable, unobtrusive and all the things that cats are rumored not to be.


Because of some sewing I will be doing next month, I thought that I would introduce the cats to you and let them have their moments in the blog. They are such interesting characters that you need to know them.


First, there is Smokey which Linda literally took from her DMIL. Smokey just became Linda's cat, no matter that he belonged to someone else. He demanded to be carried or better, worn around her neck like a live fur piece or a comfort pillow. He and Linda carry on full conversations and I would swear each knows what the other is saying.


Then, there is Moya. Moya is the acrobat in the family who has been known to wake the family in the middle of the night by falling from the upper rails that hold the drapes above the four poster bed. It seems she likes to walk those rails like a tightrope. But in the middle of the night? She also is the one who climbs the shower door and peers over the top of it to find her "people." Moya is also the one who loves the bathroom sink and who last week seems to have chewed on Linda's toothbrush. Noooo ... cats wouldn't do that, would they?


Last is Inara (don't ask ME where they get the names), the baby in the family. Inara was rescued from a life of living on the streets and eating from dumpsters and she has NO interest in ever going past the threshold of the door. The most striking thing about Inara is her coloring. She is black with tortoise shell coloring, amber streaks in that black that match the color of her eyes. She is gorgeous. I am sure her heritage is something interesting.


No, none are anything special, none registered, none full breed anything. Oh, Smokey must be related to a Russian Blue somewhere and Inaura is certainly a something; but they are all just found cats, taken in and loved. They are all distinct and beautiful and pleasant to have around. They all seem to adore their "people" and want to be around them most of the time; they try to hold conversation; and they seem to want to play with people whenever given the chance. In other words, they just don't seem to be the "I am ignoring you" cats we so often hear stories about. These three would almost cause me to change my mind about having a cat in the house. Almost.