Our cat is an indoor-outdoor cat who freely roams our 15 forested acres. She also joins my wife and I on hikes around our property, following along with us like a dog. She can climb trees with the dexterity of a monkey. Leap over streams. Clamber on top of boulders. And run up the sides of mountains. But sometimes she just stops and stares. It sure seems like she is enjoying the beauty of nature to me.
This comes as a real surprise to me John. The man who writes Lisa Rose - T Dalton Wolfe - is a cat man! I would have thought Doberman or pitbull. You old softie.
Gotta love Raymond! I think our cat, Bobbie - from Bob, as she has no tail - has thoughts similar to Raymond's. Her primary concern appears to be keeping me, as chief of staff, up to snuff. : )
I think her favorite mental picture is probably your face🤗 Somehow your post made me think of a poem by a poetry prof I had, James Bertolino. It was about another animal’s thoughts, spiders. I’ll try to re-create it as much as I can remember because I can’t find it online:
“Do not fret
about
small blue spiders
who watch you intently
at your toilet
They will not jump
They are silently observing...
preparing
for the final coup”
(Or something like that! Wish I could find that poem)
Buda probably thought all of those pictures, but the last photo, him being combed would be the first and most important. I would show him the comb, tap it on the bed, and he'd jump up ready to have his long, woolly coat combed. It was our bonding time. It was also something I did for him when we landed in our hotel during a visit to SLC. He died of heart failure hours later. After a horribly restless night, I dug the clot of fur out of the waste basket and held it in my hand. By the end of the day's family visits and activities, my Little Buda had morphed into a felted disk. While my nephew knew what had happened, clutching that Little Buda in my pocket kept me from sobbing in front of everybody else.
Yes! Ray his own chapstick in his toy box, too. If he finds a rubber band, he runs and hides it under the couch because he knows he is not allowed to have them.
Loved this, Sharron, and your imagination. I’ve no doubt you’ve captured precisely what a cat envisions! So much fun to read. Thank you for posting!!! ❤️
Our cat is an indoor-outdoor cat who freely roams our 15 forested acres. She also joins my wife and I on hikes around our property, following along with us like a dog. She can climb trees with the dexterity of a monkey. Leap over streams. Clamber on top of boulders. And run up the sides of mountains. But sometimes she just stops and stares. It sure seems like she is enjoying the beauty of nature to me.
Sounds like a fine companion- a member of the family. Thanks, Jim.
Good one!
Thanks, Linda.
oh please what cats think deserves more than one mere minute of speculation
interesting that not one of your illustrations is the proverbial mouse
and not one of a human trying to get out the door and keep the cat in
nor a cat staring by the litter box, like when is she going to change it
and not one of a cat biting the hand that feeds it
and not one of what seems to me incessant grooming
yeah fat cat sit on my chest and lick your paws.
nor of kneading, "making biscuits", an activity that happens several times a day when I am wearing fleece
damn I wear a fleece top to bed to accommodate my feline
except in the sweltering summer
and all my fleece tops are pilled
the pictures of donuts and cupcake might be misleading
cats can't taste sweet, they lack the taste receptors for sweetness, so why do some cats go nuts for ice cream, marshmallows, or cotton candy?
these cats are not tasting the sweet flavors, but they are tasting something that appeals to them
they may still be attracted to high fat content , salt or dairy
though dairy products like ice cream can be difficult for many cats to digest and may lead to digestive issues
My cat thinks it is PURR-FECT that you brought this up. Milo says thank you.
Interesting! A woman who definitely knows her cats! Thanks for reading,Sharon.
oophs reference to cupcake is from somewhere else, thought I edited it out
My wife and I make up elaborate backstories for the cats in our neighborhood and we give them all names. We’re silly that way.
They’re all members of a clandestine organization called C.I.A.
You guessed it: “Cats In Action.”
This comes as a real surprise to me John. The man who writes Lisa Rose - T Dalton Wolfe - is a cat man! I would have thought Doberman or pitbull. You old softie.
Ha! We have two sweet dogs. They’d love a cat to play with, but the only thing stopping us from getting one is we also like our furniture.
Yes, there is that...
Gotta love Raymond! I think our cat, Bobbie - from Bob, as she has no tail - has thoughts similar to Raymond's. Her primary concern appears to be keeping me, as chief of staff, up to snuff. : )
It's a tough job, but someone has to do it. Here's to Bob!
No cats here, Sharron, but what a stunning post! 😻
Hah! Cats are not to everyone's liking, I know. But, I have a lot of cat-people in my subscriber list AND Raymond can be a very funny cat.
I don’t have a cat because I don’t like being bossed around. I’ll admire Raymond from a safe distance.
Smart man! Nothing but trouble.
I think her favorite mental picture is probably your face🤗 Somehow your post made me think of a poem by a poetry prof I had, James Bertolino. It was about another animal’s thoughts, spiders. I’ll try to re-create it as much as I can remember because I can’t find it online:
“Do not fret
about
small blue spiders
who watch you intently
at your toilet
They will not jump
They are silently observing...
preparing
for the final coup”
(Or something like that! Wish I could find that poem)
Sorry! “His” favorite mental picture, not “her” 🤦♀️
Cute, cute, cute! Thanks, Karen!
In my husband's and my case, I think our cat thinks about cuddles, food, cuddles, swatting, cuddles and sleeping.
Oh and did I mention cuddles? :).
Yes, but does he like cuddles? Sounds like a cool cat.
Yes, she loves cuddles. :).
Buda probably thought all of those pictures, but the last photo, him being combed would be the first and most important. I would show him the comb, tap it on the bed, and he'd jump up ready to have his long, woolly coat combed. It was our bonding time. It was also something I did for him when we landed in our hotel during a visit to SLC. He died of heart failure hours later. After a horribly restless night, I dug the clot of fur out of the waste basket and held it in my hand. By the end of the day's family visits and activities, my Little Buda had morphed into a felted disk. While my nephew knew what had happened, clutching that Little Buda in my pocket kept me from sobbing in front of everybody else.
Aww. What a sweet, sad story. You will miss Buda forever.
I hope he can take a moment or two from his romping with buddies on the other side of the Bridge to come greet me when I pass over.
Yes and yes to all your (his) choices … just add a chapstick tube and rubber band, but only if they’re stolen.
Yes! Ray his own chapstick in his toy box, too. If he finds a rubber band, he runs and hides it under the couch because he knows he is not allowed to have them.
Yes! There’s a stash under the couch, and under the water heater in the garage.
Lots of pen caps, too. Fast bugger!
Loved this, Sharron, and your imagination. I’ve no doubt you’ve captured precisely what a cat envisions! So much fun to read. Thank you for posting!!! ❤️
Au contraire, my friend, Thank YOU for reading. I look forward to your next one! I loved the one about the break up.
My cats think about who's going to sit or sleep with Mom, getting treats, and antagonizing each other.
They sound like Ray's cousins! Cute!
I think you've captured it. There's some feline ancestry somewhere.
You think? I have often thought my genome carried a bit of sloth DNA, but hadn't considered cat. I will rethink.
Donuts! I knew it!
Sneaky little buggers. Ever find a donut missing, look under the couch.