okay. im back. slept a little, started the coffee, checked on the position of hurricane isabel, filled the birdfeeders and layed in the sunbeam for a few moments with "kitty".
im sorry, i couldnt help it. there is something wonderfully inviting about a kitty laying in the sun. and im not even a cat person. Kitty, for those of you who dont know him, is our big orange tom cat, who thinks he is a dog. which is probably why, not being a cat person, i like him. kitty had a real name at one time, spitticus, (because as a kitten he spit and clawed alot) but we abandoned that long ago, because well, its just easier to say kitty, and well, he doesnt hardly ever spit anymore at things or animals, or people. i think that showed real growth on his part, dont you?
being the only living thing in the house with a tail, pretty much everyone knows who you are referring to when you speak of kitty. (notice, i didnt say being the only living thing in the house with fur, because that would be a lie and is a touchy subject with my husband - who still wont let me wax him.)
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spitticus is cool. but Kitty, ok. I know all about nicknames. We don't call any of our cats by their actual names:
you know about Champagne (= MamaCat)
Licorice (gee, guess what color?) = Lick (she does a pecking hen imitation as well as licking the air... for no apparent reason whatsoever. strange, oval cat.)
Bosco = BoscoBoy. He is the only male (left) in the household. Joe thinks of him as his dog/son... though Bosco is most definitely a cat. I would never claim him. He does not like me. He was the runt of Lick's litter.
Spumoni (do you see a theme here?) = Moan-ee. I think you understand. Pitiful Pearl. she is an enormous whiner, but a fabulous cuddler. She is an expert hand-bather. She and I catch the sunbeam together.
Well, and you know about Shadow and Ducky.
mumsy - you are the master cat person of all time.
i had a licorice - "licky" he was a big black hairy mutt..that actually smiled and walked around holding the hem of your robe in his teeth..
my husband had a bosco...a chocolate neurotic poodle dog - who chased balls 24/7 -
small world eh...
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