Wherein I Am Interviewed …

… At Sally Franklin Christie’s ‘Life’s a Story – Tell it Big’.

Thanks for the spot Sally. 

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The matriarch of our family is about 17 1/2 years old, has long grey fur and rules her staff (that would be Mrs Widdershins and me) with an iron paw. Mrs Widdershins is, however her special person. I don’t mind. They were together long before I came along. I don’t doubt that I’m loved, but know very clearly that I’m at the bottom of the pack.

I’ve had at least one moggie for most of my adult life, and I do miss being that special person, but our apartment is small, the  Matriarch, (*Widdershins bows head respectfully at the mere mention of her name*) has a low tolerance for adolescents, or younger, of any species. There’s just no room for another addition, either physically or emotionally.

We’re not going to be here forever, and when we move, (to a place  at ground level with a functional kitchen, and closets) then I’ll see if there’s a wee beastie for me.

This is as close as I’m going to get to admitting that I, occasionally, sometimes, now-and-then, once-in-a-while, check out the cyoot kittehs at I can Haz Cheezburger, so I dont pine away to a mere shadow of my former self.

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This one appealed to my melodramatic side:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And this … is self explanatory:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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“I believe cats to be spirits come to earth. A cat, I am sure, could walk on a cloud without coming through”Jules Verne

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10 comments on “Wherein I Am Interviewed …

  1. They do tend to rule their palace. The Matriarch has always ruled her palace. She ruled her, my, room with a strong paw. Only those she liked were granted a moment to feel her soft fur. They fill an empty house & your heart. Yours is defiantly an Egyptian queen.

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  2. My sister has always loved her cats. After her last feline companion passed away, she mourned deeply, and started viewing ‘kitty porn’ on the SPCA website. She’d tell all sorts of stories of the cute kitties and loveable moggies looking soulfully at the camera.

    She finally got a new cat, a Devon Rexie or some such breed known for not shedding much. That was important because her husband is very allergic to cat hair. It’s a testament to his love for my sister that he’s pretty much permanently on antihistamines because she has to have a cat in the house. To her, it isn’t a home without a cat.

    My last cat, Rabi, was a Humane Society tabby who loved me best. I remember letting him out for his usual territorial prowl one spring Tuesday morning and never seeing him again. We had signs up around the neighbourhood for weeks without a single call. And the coyotes were spotted often in the neighborhood.

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    • Widdershins says:

      I had a cat disappear on me back in OZ … for the rest of the time I lived in that neighbourhood, I would look in unlikely nooks and corners … just in case.
      Turned out she had died. My housemates found her and decided not to tell me because they didn’t want to upset me! I succinctly and vituperatively informed them that they had been mistaken.

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  3. clarbojahn says:

    Loved your interview and couldn’t find out where to comment so I came back here. Great time, there. 🙂

    We have two cats, though one is definitely boss or queen so it were. She’s also persnickety and whiney and a whole other such adjectives. I’ll post about them some time. They hunt at our bird feeder and they were left here when my son went to college. Not ours from the start. They just let us keep them.

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  4. Nisha says:

    The ‘lion’, ‘tiger’ and ‘bear’ -too cute!

    Cats are the epitome of regality and Zen. Although my two ‘patriarchs’ can be mischievous little rugrats, they have such spiritual and loving temperaments Whats not to love about that? 😀

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  5. londonmabel says:

    And also: I fall upon the thorns of life, I bleed!

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