Actually this is hijacked from a blog that my wife mostly ran, but where I contributed. It is also a chance for all readers of my missives to learn a bit about the life behind the blogger.
My wife and I are animal lovers, big time. A couple of years back we were going through empty nest syndrome. My eldest had graduated college, my second was in college, my other two were going to move with their mother to Indiana, and my other son was in Massachusetts. We had the itch, bad. We adopted…cats. Lots of them.
And so, I will be posting about the past and present joys and trevails of “The Cat Pack”, being the true tales of Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, Sammy Davis Jr, Peter Lawford and Angie Dickinson, and yes, that is their names. Occasional references will be made of Liesel, the mean Rottweiler, also adopted, and the three pieces of furniture/slaves, myself my wife Terri and my son Christian.
Sometimes this blogging can get you depressed, so hopefully these will make me laugh, and maybe those of you who need a yuck can click and chuckle. Besides, I may gather a whole new audience, and baby, it’s all about traffic!
So, first I spose we’ll have to introduce you to the CatPack in order that they were adopted.
First is Peter (Lawford) AKA Tons of Fun. He is by far the biggest A**hole cat I’ve ever met. Imagine an elderly English Lord in a rather bad mood, who passes gas.
This is Peter (Lawford).
Peter was adopted from Bide-A-Wee along with his brother Frank (Sinatra) AKA Frankie. If Peter is the billious type, Frankie is his opposite, not just in size but in personality. Frankie is about the friendliest cat I’ve ever met, he’s just loving life. However, He also really likes to kill small things!
This is Frankie (Sinatra)
We’ll introduce the rest of “The Cat Pack” later. So you will get to look forward to meeting Sammie (Davis Jr), Angie (Dickinson) and Dean (Martin).
However, these cats are VERY talented. We didn’t know this, but found out very shortly after owning them. They actually can write – even haiku. Imagine our surprise when we found paw prints on our keyboard, and printouts of letters they had written to Bide-A-Wee about their new home. Don’t believe me, well I submit these documents to you all as proof.
Found these letters on my computer today. Even without opposable thumbs, the boys still can type. Imagine that.
Dear Bide-a-Wee, I just wanted to drop you a line to let you know I’m doing very well. I’ve been putting on a little weight, and I have all that I need or want to eat. I spend most of my days in my new mommy’s office watching the birds and the squirrels outside. I get brushed every day and my coat looks beautiful. My mean brother can no longer steal all of my food or beat me up, so I am very happy. Thank you for helping me find my new home.
Love,
Frankie (formerly Sylvester)
Dear Bide-A-Wee,
I am writing to express extreme displeasure with my adoption. I have very happily spent the last six years of my life reigning supreme over my brother and stealing all his food. The terrible people you sent me to have changed all that. My brother hangs out with that horrid woman and I can no longer hit him upside the head whenever I feel like it. But the worst is the food situation. As you can see I am wasting away — starving to death! Before I ate not only my food, but my brother’s as well. Why must I now only have one serving of food at mealtimes? Unacceptable! I demand you take me away before they starve me down to 20 pounds!
Respectfully,
Peter (formerly Taz)
PS. They brush me far too often.
