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January 23, 2006

Cats (complete with bows)

The Internet provides. By request, as an antidote to hatred and greed, thieves and spammers, and torture, here is a kitty with a bow. This is Tira:

Tira very kindly wearing a bow for me

She is small and plump, with short legs, a pink nose, and big round "anime-kitty" eyes, as a friend of mine says. She is sweet-natured and demandingly affectionate, with a raspy purr that rattles the windows. She snores little squeaky snores when she sleeps. She's a watercat-she doesn't mind baths, she frequently joins me in the shower, and she stands in the water dish when she drinks, which is often because she's diabetic. In the above picture you can see she's just had a drink.

Part of the time I was a jewelry student in Paris, Texas, I shared an house with a roommate. Jackie invited a young Mormon missionary in one day, because she thought he was cute. The parts of their conversation that didn't involve attempted conversion or attempted seduction revolved around a cat he had found by the side of the road and couldn't keep, because he would be leaving soon for another mission. Jackie adopted the cat. She was a dog-lover, and, quite frankly, a cat-hater. The two of them didn't get along. I came back from break in the fall of 1991 to discover Tira sitting on the front steps, skeletally thin and quite pregnant. A friend told me that Tira had left the day I did and wasn't seen again until two days before I got back. Jackie didn't argue with me when I told her that Tira was mine. Moonbeam, the only kitten born of her pregnancy, is on the left in this picture:

Watch out, or those sleep rays will get you too

Moonbeam is sweet but skittish and rather camera-shy-unfortunately, I will probably never be able to take a picture showing you his most arresting physical feature-the word "CAT" clearly spelled out in the markings on his side.

Tira is slowing down. She moves stiffly now, and has to be lifted onto anything taller than a chair. You can see her cataracts in the above picture. By the vet's best estimate she's 17 or 18 by now, which is pretty old for a diabetic cat. I know the time we have left isn't long. But for now, she's still healthy and happy, and I'm grateful for her company.

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Thanks, Stephanie!

*resumes hiding under bed*

Posted by: Space Kitty at January 23, 2006 02:47 PM
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At this moment, my fondish wish in the world is for you to get and post a photo of the "CAT" markings on Moonbeam's side.

Tira's beautiful, too.

Posted by: Nikki at January 23, 2006 02:52 PM
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I was getting tired of reading all the Roe posts from yesterday, and thought, "I really need something comforting." And, aha! Kitty with bow. And AHA! I know the kitty with the bow! How cool is that?

I want to personally vouch for Moonbeam's "CAT" label. I thought they were lying until I finally saw it.

Posted by: Trope at January 23, 2006 03:36 PM
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Nikki, I'll try. It's hard to even get him to show it in person-he's awfully shy (Trope is one of the few of my friends to whom he allows petting privileges.)

Posted by: Stephanie at January 23, 2006 04:05 PM
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Mwa-ha-ha. I rule. :)

Posted by: Trope at January 23, 2006 09:33 PM
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oh, they are both lovely! i'll trust you on the CAT marking.

Posted by: kathy a at January 24, 2006 09:55 AM
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did your roommate succeed with the seduction or the mormon with the conversion? or was it t'other way 'round?

sweeet sweeet kittenns!

Posted by: peacebug at January 24, 2006 12:25 PM
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Neither succeeded. Apparently Jackie didn't demonstrate her well-nigh irresistible party trick (the one involving the foot-long hot dog) for him, so he remained unseduced. And she was never likely to give up her fun-lovin' ways for a life of wifely servitude and tater-tot casserole.

But he got a nice glass of lemonade on a hot day out of it, and she got to feast her eyes on six-feet of Latter-Day male pulchitrude for a while, and I got a great cat. So it was all to the good.

Posted by: Stephanie at January 24, 2006 01:16 PM
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Thank you, Stephanie. I have a sick old kitty of my own and a whopping Alito headache. This helped a lot.


Posted by: Sara at January 25, 2006 07:28 AM
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Oh how I love the squeaky kitty snores.

She's a big cutie.

Posted by: belledame222 at February 16, 2006 09:40 AM
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