Tuesday, July 16, 2013

the origin of a Catperson

As we all are aware, I am a cat person. We have two old cats, 2 middle aged cats and then there is Hound.  Hound was bottle raised from the age of about one week.  We had to do for her everything that a mama cat would do for her baby.  I was amazed by the article in the Cheraw Chronicle 2 weeks ago featuring Lisa Sisk and The Pawmetto Lifeline.  I am in awe of her and the group she volunteers for.  I was also amazed that we HAD done everything right for our precious bundle.  We even had sitters for her for when we had Doctor appointments. We named her Hound for her antics and puppy like enjoyment of life.  When she was a wee bit of a thing, this Savannah type cat would hear me in the kitchen and come pounding down the hall to run up my legs and back to sit on my shoulder and look to see what I was doing.  It was so cute then, we just laughed and laughed.  Okay so now she weighs 14 pounds, is taller than as our Pekingese and when I hear her running down the hall, I quickly exit, stage left.  I haven't been quick enough once or twice and believe me, it is painful.  She sits even now at my side and would like to join me on the computer.  She is quite the little author.  Lets hear from Hound. I need a coffee refill!

My Daddy named me Hound...but Mommy calls me Precious in my ear, and I like that.  I am an oddity, you see.  There are not many of my kind who speak both human and ca'at.  Yes, I am bilingual.  Mommy is playing "Somewhere Out There" on her music machine and I am attuned to it.   I will pass on many secrets to you because I like the music that is playing.  I love my Mommy and Daddy but they keep insisting that Batgirl and the rest are my sisters and brothers, but really Wallace and Michael and Anna and now Sara are my brothers and sisters.  The others are ca'ats...I speak ca'at so well because the others have been jabbering in my ears since I'm a baby...Because I am the favorite I get the treats that my human brothers and sisters don't get, great stuff like sardines and jackmack and if I'm a good girl something Mommy calls nip...the other day after I had nip I just touched her lightly and she yelped like mad and got up and went into the little closet in the hall with the water pipes and the big water bowl and came back with the sharpies in her hand.  So I was Hound getting a manicure, not Precious sitting and purring in her lap...Mommy says I'm a good girl living in two worlds.  Daddy says I'm crazy.  Well, everyone says I'm crazy but Mommy...she knows better.  So, I am Hound to the world but Precious to my Mommy...and She Who Opens Cupboard Doors is the one who matters.  She who can use the special whirring thing that makes cans of great stuff more available to my tummy is Queen of the world...at least the Queen of mine...Daddy is a lucky Consort...ooh...Daddy is eating Angel Food Cake...my favorite...gotta run!  Ohoh, Mommy is mad, she struck my beauty and she says dam blogger won't let her put it in...never mind, she'll keep trying...
 

14 comments:

Vee said...

So funny!

Kathy's Klothesline said...

Well, Hound, I am partial to animals of the canine variety, but do love a good cat-tale every now and then. My Wall-E loves to spin a tale from time to time. He writes letters to his boy, Gavin. Wall-E also considers himself to be quite special. We do have one cat in residence. Mr. Martha, the boy cat, was also raised on a bottle and had his every need tended to. He thinks himself to be one of the dogs and did fit quite nicely into the pack until I added a new little doxie. Mr. Martha loathes this dog. He has had a few time-outs for his deplorable behavior! Perhaps he would rather be in your house?

Brian Miller said...

smiles...i speak a little ca'at....was never a cat person until my wife...she loves cats...we have rescued several...miko was from a wood pile....she died at 12 years old this last december...domino is a year and a half old...but bigger than miko was...he comes in and out...he doesnt act human like miko...she thought my boys were her kids and would check on them every night before the lights went out...

Lynne said...

Thanks Sandi, Lovely to hear about Hound's antics.

Finding Pam said...

Such a cute story. Our cat family is getting smaller because one of our 17 yr. old cats went to the Rainbow Bridge. I still miss him. He was Mr. Personality compared to normal cats. We spoke cat ease with him. I still have one older cat, Stinky who is 17 yrs. old and Baby, our two year old Siamese. I almost forgot to mention our little dog, Hotdog.

Finding Pam said...

Such a cute story. Our cat family is getting smaller because one of our 17 yr. old cats went to the Rainbow Bridge. I still miss him. He was Mr. Personality compared to normal cats. We spoke cat ease with him. I still have one older cat, Stinky who is 17 yrs. old and Baby, our two year old Siamese. I almost forgot to mention our little dog, Hotdog.

Love Bears All Things said...

Hello there.
Mama Bear

Sandi @the WhistleStop Cafe said...

I haven't been by in a month of sundays... actually longer than that. I saw a comment you'd left somewhere and thought I'd hop on over.
Happy to catch up!

ancient one said...

Hound sounds happy !!

Maggie May said...

She is a beauty and obviously runs the place!
Maggie x

Nuts in May

Lynn @The Vintage Nest said...

You are too much! Loved this! xo

Lee said...

This was so cute! The tone of it makes me wonder if you've given up on One Cat Shy of Crazy since that had the same voice. But perhaps since Hound considers herself to be human and wrote part of this she decided that you needed to post on Holding Patterns instead. If so that was awfully sweet of you. Hugs to you and a pet to Hound.

Love,
Lee

Hilary said...

It's always a bonus to understand catspeak. Bilingual felines are few and far between.

Judy ~ My Front Porch said...

Now you have me smiling!