While I like dogs, the bigger and gallumphier the better, I have always been a cat person. Over the years there have been Fluffy, my first cat; Simon; Ziggy Stardust; Renfield; The Princess Elspeth Aurelia Badcat and her solid black triplet kittens: Mordred, Morgause and Morgana; Goldpaw Batholomew Ziegfield, my only pedigreed cat, better known as Bardo Lardo; Fawn; Torti; BoyCat; YummyCat; Sebastian Theophilus; Grimalkin; Harry Houdin; Machiatta; Nicodemus Scratch II.... You get the idea. And, on the canine side, the late and much lamented Fran�oise, Oenghus Sean, and Molly.
I grew up wanting to be a vet and gathering strays. Critters seem to like me, and I definitely return the favor.
I have two cats now, although, to spare her a 3000 mile move cross-country, Harlequin now lives in Florida with her Grandhuman, who has spoiled her shamelessly. It's a nice life for a former streetwalker, a feral cat who had lived behind an apartment I moved into and had been a "kitten factory" 'til she came to live with me (hence her nickname, Momcat, or "that old mama cat that lives out back," as the other folks in my apartments had been calling her for years.) Jamus and I inherited our live-in cat, Minnie, the Plumpalottapuss, AKA Monstro the Cat, from his daughters. He was never a cat-lover 'til now, but he's pretty soft over Minners. And she loves her Daddy! |
