Saturday, June 16, 2012

30/365 cats

Freewrite* on Cats.

I think back to the first cat I knew, which would be my mother's cat, Susie.  Grey/white tiger stripe - loyal to my mother, and lay in her lap, and no one else's.
I have had cats throughout my life.  Queerly loyal companions -- some so seemingly human, like Coffee, and Bud, that you expected them to say something at any moment.
There is a picture somewhere of a black and white cat (Princess, I think) inside a birdcage, and the parakeet outside the cage.   That was a curious cat.
Now I live with Morrison and Little Guy, but they don't live together.  I keep them separated ever since the bad incident last year, where Little Guy got torn up, and needed surgery.
Morrison is still just a feral creature, able to be a little attentive towards you when he's hungry.  But will not, for the most part, allow petting-- just an occassional head butt with my hand, and he'll let me rub his head for a few seconds.  He'll repeat it 2 or 3 times, and then just walk away.  When I'm on the phone, he'll talk a lot, joining in on the chatter, I guess.
Little Guy, lonely in the bedroom during the day, is happy when I decide to watch tv in the bedroom, and of course, he sleeps right next to me all night.

*A free-write is a type of automatic writing, where you just go with your stream of consciousness non-stop. There's no thought to spelling or grammar, and no editing of words. Supposedly this opens the mind up to greater creativity. They can be 5, 10 or 20 minutes long. Suggestions for freewrites are always welcome. Visit Evie, with whom I freewrite, at the space between colors.


  1. Is Morrison neutered? Often that will stop the fighting.

    1. He isn't, and I can't even catch him to accomplish the deed.


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