Saturday, June 20, 2009

Sleepy Saturday


Today was overcast and warm. Perfect for crashing in the basket and taking a nice long nap, as you see here that young Winston has done. Winston has formed quite a friendship with Malcolm and Nigel, the other "boys" in the house.


Here he is with Malcolm. Not much of interest happening in the house at this point in time, as my housemaid has been busying herself with work-related paperwork. I shall try to add something more substantial to my next entry.


Monday, June 15, 2009

Best Buddies

Today was sunny, but still a bit cooler than is usual for June on Cape Cod. My house-mates and I spent the day in relaxation mode, observing the comings and goings of our head maid and indulging in frequent naps. Above is a photo of "the boys" of the house. Malcolm is the tabby, while his "best buddy" Nigel is the house panther. These two are frequently together, enjoy a good mutual wash, and seem to thoroughly enjoy one another's company. While Winston is the third male in the house, and is friendly with both Malcolm and Nigel, he has not quite managed to make it a threesome of best friends as of yet! His kittenish enthusiasm still sets him somewhat apart, I'm afraid. Malcolm wishes me to point out the tufts on the tips of his ears, proving that he is (or so he claims) really a wild lynx and not a house cat at all! Just wanting to check in on this lazy day, hoping all is well with my friends in the cat blogosphere!


Friday, June 12, 2009

For a Chuckle...

Many heartfelt thanks to all my friends who have sent purrs to me in recognition of my son's passing. It has helped tremendously to know that I am not alone. In an effort to change the tone and add a bit of levity to my blog at this point, I am sharing a photo of my house-mate, Mia. As you can see, she has taken up the most undignified pose one can possibly imagine, and she does this with regrettable frequency. I have spoken to her about the immodesty of this practice, but she takes no heed. At least she offers amusement for the staff, who never tire of laughing whenever she decides to position herself in this ridiculous manner. She doesn't seem to mind being laughed at, and in fact seems to be totally clueless that she is the object of amusement at all. (Mia is not the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree, to be sure) She is half siamese and half tortie by breeding, though the inherent dignity of these breeds seems to have eluded her. At any rate, I present to you Mia in all her glory!!

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

My Sadness

I am feeling a bit low today, and have been sitting on the glider rocker by myself in the meatloaf position most of the day. When my maid took to the couch for an afternoon nap, I joined her. She is a little worried about me, but I have told her that I am just mourning my loss and will be back to myself in due time.

On 22nd May I lost my son, Timothy. There was no warning, as he was not ill at all. He just crawled under the futon in the living room and passed quietly away, and there my maid discovered him. He was 11 years old and Timmy and I were as close as any mother and son.

Timmy was from my first litter, when I was a youngster of one year, and his father was named Curtis - a very handsome lynx point siamese. As it turned out, all four of that litter were lynx point like Curtis. Timothy stayed with me, and as my serving staff will tell you, he was always a true "Mama's boy". Seldom did he allow me out of his sight and whenever he napped, he wanted to be curled up with me. I admit, I did spoil Timmy, and perhaps he was too attached to me.

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The truth is I adored him, and now that he is gone, I find myself at loose ends and often catch myself looking for him about the house. I miss him at nap time especially, and as my serving staff has noticed, I have been more affectionate towards them than is my custom. A few times I have even allowed myself to curl up against young Winston, of whom I am not particularly fond - but it is not the same.

I have read from many of you about similar losses, so I know that I am not alone. Perhaps in time I will get used to napping by myself and not find myself each time on the verge of tears.......or perhaps I will even form a new bond with one of my housemates. Only time will tell.

Timothy was laid to rest in a peaceful spot by the edge of the woods behind the house. I can see the large stone that the serving staff placed there to mark the spot from the kitchen window. Sleep well my dear Timmy. I miss you and will love you always.


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Sunday, June 07, 2009

The Rest of The Others

Today I return with the aim of completing the introductions which I began yesterday. There are two members of the House of Seven Cats left to mention. I will begin with Nigel, who is a son of mine from my fourth litter.

One would think that a mother and her only offspring in the home would be close, but it pains me somewhat to say that Nigel and I are not particularly so. Don't get me wrong, we are on cordial terms, and will even share a nap time on occasion. Nigel is a very good boy, quiet and a little on the shy side, and the least "demanding" of us all, or so say the serving staff. I suspect that my own residual feelings related to Nigel's origins are partially to blame for the lack of outward affection between us.



You see, during the period of my life before the birth of Nigel and his litter mates, I had been going through a very difficult stage, thus some bad choices were made. One of those was Nigel's father, a common street cat, with whom I had but a fleeting romance of one torrid afternoon. Regrets? Well, yes, I suppose I do regret the liaison to some degree. I do try, however, not to be too hard on myself for this momentary indiscretion. After all, who among us has never made a less-than-desirable choice at some point in their lifetime? Suffice it to say that Nigel has been a good son, and thankfully takes more after his maternal side than the other.

The final occupant of our home is also the newest, having been "adopted" by the serving staff this January last. Winston is but a kitten of not quite seven months, and so allowances must be made. Besides being a rather shocking shade of orange, and with stripes to boot, Winston has displayed the rambunctious nature of a youngster since his arrival, and thus has been less than pleasing to me, as I prefer the more sedate and tranquil attitude of a well-mannered adult feline. He has made quite an attachment to the other males in the house, and I am hoping that they will impart to him the proper codes of behavior in due course.

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Before I conclude my literary efforts for the day and retire to my early-afternoon nap, I have been asked by my maid to include a reference to her website. I must say, she has spent considerable time in constructing it, to my frequent annoyance, as I have been kept from my own computer use due to her obsessive need to complete this project. And so, I mention it here and refer you to the link, placed on the upper left of this page in an effort to placate my maid and put the matter to rest.

I thank all of you for stopping by, and do leave me a message as it is a delight above all things in the measured routine of my daily life.


Saturday, June 06, 2009

The Others

It is truly amazing and gratifying to me to have made so many new friends already! I thank you all who have visited my new blog and extra special thanks to those who have left comments! This is a new experience for me, as I have not ventured near to the computer until now, except of course to jump up on the computer desk and sit, blocking the view of the monitor, when my servant is late serving dinner!

I had mentioned the other felines who share this home with me and I suppose it is time that my new friends and readers become acquainted with them. None are of royal lineage such as myself, it must be said from the first. That fact is more than evident in their daily behavior, as I'm sure you will agree if you follow this blog with any regularity in the future.

The eldest beside myself (for I have already admitted that I am 12 years old, though you would never guess it by my youthful appearance!) is a rather large female cat named Mia. And to use the term "rather large" is, I believe, being exquisitely kind to her. You get the idea.



Apart from spending much of her time monitoring the food bowl for any additions that might be made during the day, Mia has the most annoying habit of asking my servants to let her outside just after I have made myself comfortable on top of them, relaxing on the couch. The fact that she is an "outdoor" cat is disturbing enough, for I am constantly in a panic that she may bring ticks and fleas into the house. But her insistence on magnifying this shortcoming by the indignity of lying flat on her back, hind quarters stretched out and forepaws up in the air, leaves me at a loss as to what to think about this slovenly creature. Enough said about Mia.

The next and final housemate who I will describe for you today is Malcolm. While I have fewer complaints about Malcolm as far as his behavior is concerned, I hope you won't think me too snobbish when I describe him as a "common" tabby cat. His markings are gray and black stripes. Rather like wearing a prison uniform if you ask me. But, as I said, he is not such a bad chap and is held in much affection by both staff and housemates for his easygoing and friendly manner.

Malcolm was the son of a former member of the House of Seven Cats by the name of Molly who was naught but a scrappy stray that my servants picked up out of a parking lot in the middle of the night! However, I suppose I cannot fault him for the inauspicious circumstances of his birth, and so I will leave it to you to judge Malcolm as you learn more of him through these writings.

There are as yet two feline members of this household who I have not introduced, but as I am new to this medium and tire of it quickly, I shall take my leave of you for now and plan to complete my introductions in a future post. Feel free to comment on Mia and Malcolm and I will pass your comments on to them if you wish.


Spring Musings

And so I find myself here, about to compose my second blog entry, having been pleasantly surprised today by what I have discovered on the internet! I thought that I might find a few other cat bloggers who might be willing to link to mine, and what do you suppose I found.....?? HUNDREDS of cat blogs!!! And what appears to be a lovely network of feline authors, all happily posting and commenting on one another's literary endeavors. I do hope to become a member of this most austere society, and shall continue to write and wait and hope that others will find my entries interesting and leave me a comment.

In the meantime, I must report that Spring here in New England has been quite enjoyable, from a feline perspective, though the staff's never-ending complaints regarding the abundance of rain resound on a daily basis. What, may I ask, is wrong with a delightfully rainy day....?? All the better to find a cozy spot to curl up and enjoy an extended catnap, letting the cares of the world drift away on a dream. Such has been my experience this Spring, and one can only hope that Summer will follow suit, as I dread the heat of the hot sun during that season of the year.
My contented period of napping was, however, marred by one tragic event in May - but I find I am as yet unable to talk about it, as the trauma leads me close to tears which I am loathe to let fall. Suffice it to say that since that day, I have found the napping less than satisfactory and have been quite restless of late, not knowing exactly what to do to soothe myself. It is my good fortune that my favorite person, a former maid of mine by the name of Johanna, is returning from college tomorrow afternoon, and will be spending the evening with me. While she is a mere human, and lacks the sophistication and refinement of the feline species, I have always had a particular fondness for her, and do look forward to the respite from my troubles.

I do apologize for having mentioned my great sadness without putting a name to it for my readers, but I will pledge that soon the truth will be disclosed in full and you will certainly understand why I am reluctant to discuss the matter at this early date, so hard on the heals of the tragedy. In the meanwhile, I thank you for your patience and do hope that you will continue to follow my writings until such time as I am able to confide my woes to you, which will not be too very far in the future.

And so, I must go and bathe myself and then rest up for my visitor tomorrow. I shall continue to browse through the blogs of all those cats which I have so recently discovered, and don't be surprised if you find a comment left by myself one day very soon!



This blog is written by the paw of one who has already lived an eventful life, and hopes to have many more years ahead; hopefully somewhat more tranquil than the first twelve years of my life have been. I live on Cape Cod in the state of Massachusetts, United States of America. As you will find through reading my blog, I am a feline of noble heritage, being of the ancient civilization of Siam (now known as Thailand), and as you shall see, I display a distinctly exotic air, born of the mysteries of the orient.

I share my domicile with four other felines at the moment, though at one point in time we were seven, hence my home is known as The House of Seven Cats, a name which seems to have stuck, even though our numbers have diminished by two. You will come to know these housemates of mine as I relate to you tales of the past as well as recount for you my daily experiences. It must be mentioned that the other four felines occupying this home are more than a little wanting in many ways, but leave that to become apparent as we progress.

In addition to the five of us living in this rather small but cozy house, we employ one full-time and one part-time domestic servant, both of whom cater well to our needs and of whom we are all very fond. Naturally we do run across the occasional disputes and other matters which normally arise with domestics of their species, but that is to be expected and, at least on my own part, are borne with infinite tolerance and patience.

My first project for this blog, now that I have made somewhat of a clumsy introduction, will be to find some photos of the occupants of The House of Seven Cats so that you may have an idea of whom I speak when I am relating my tales of the past and keeping you updated of all the happenings that have yet to occur. As you will see in subsequent posts, there are three males; Malcolm, Nigel and Winston, as well as one female house mate known as Mia. The servants are named Kate and Mari, and occasionally we allow our former servants, now living elsewhere, to visit - they are known as Johanna and Andrew.

My name is Leia.