Sasha

Sasha, originally uploaded by Theresa111.

Sasha is a quiet and meek kitty. I particularly love this photo of her, sitting on the baby grand and holding her head as if she can hear the chords yet to be played.

We took her family in ten years ago and they were such fluffy babies. Sasha was always by her mother’s side. Chyna, Christy and Sasha remained very suspicious of our intentions. For years, in fact. Ribbon, however was always outgoing and for quite some time, they were all angry about following her lead. Getting caught and having to reside with we mere mortals.

A few years later, their grown-up brother , Monsieur, showed up on our front porch and refused to leave. Shivering, he refused to leave, until we had to grant him admittance. He is Sasha’s twin, except for the fact he resembles their father, Bentley, now deceased. He must be twice her size. Apparently he was with some family, because he came to us already neutered and with a few bad habits to boot.

What the heck, we already had their Aunt Fiona and half brothers plus cousins, Peter and Bobby. We had a house full … what was a few more? Baby Bennington, Ripley, Woody, (now all deceased) had to endure more felines and for the most part, we were one big happy family. My Mother was tolerant, to say the least, but they loved her too. She and Baby Ben used to fight over her easy chair. Ben, you see, was a Taurus. They can always be found sitting or lounging comfortably, in the most comfortable seat.

But getting back to lovely Sasha, sometimes she will allow me to pet her and it is very difficult to trim her nails, almost impossible. We have a huge tree for them to climb upon. She used to love hanging from the bottom of the limbs; and she resembled a monkey. Very funny sometimes, she will carry a tiny mouse around and cry and talk, as if she is taking care of her young. I bet she would have been a great and nurturing mother. I remember the girls nursing on Chyna until they were three! That was a sight. The well was dry but the nurturing and love lasted for years.

For the most part they are by their Mother’s side 24/7/365. Ribbon and Monsieur are independent but Christy and Sasha are right by Chyna’s side. Occasionally, you will hear Chyna’s protest as she would love some time alone and away from her kids. I’ll let her come into the studio and then I have to listen to the girls moan, cry and tap on the French doors.

Sasha is a darling girl and a sweetheart.

Unconditional Love

Bobby on Couch, originally uploaded by Theresa111.

It truly amazes me just how firmly this little fellow is lodged in my heart. He is the most even-tempered feline I have ever met and he loves us one hundred percent. Unconditionally.

From before he was born, his mother, Fiona and I were dear friends, he was special. I got the pleasure of seeing him within twenty-four hours of his birth. Being one of six kittens, there were three sets of almost look-a-likes, he had the cutest expression.

At ten weeks he came to live with us. In the evening, after he was tired from eating then playing for hours, I would place him on my shoulder and tell him “It’s time to go to sleep, Bobby.” He was so small that he fit just underneath my chin.  His soft fur tickled my neck.

He would nuzzle his tiny face in my hair and his little hands would begin the kneading process. I gently pat his bottom, and pet his ears. Before long, I would hear his even breathing.  Knew he was in a deep sleep when he exhaled an occasional sigh. I placed him in his very large cat apartment on top of his soft bed. He would curl into a furry ball to continue his night’s sleep.

We have this bond, he and I. He can wrap me round his paw but he never tries to take advantage. He simply wants to be near and likes the relaxing place I work. Sometimes, for hours on end, he hides away to sleep in a cubby-hole. I haven’t discovered them all, but no matter, we are all allowed some privacy.

Bobby is so sweet. He just celebrated his tenth birthday July 6th and I am starting to see that he is beginning to look more mature. We are good friends and I will treasure our times together. Unconditional love is ours.

My Book of Choice

a cats way, to learn english, originally uploaded by sundance73.

Someone posed a question the other night at a party. We were standing around talking, drinking and sampling hors d’oeuvres. The discussion took a turn to the whimsical about what was the one book we would choose to take to a deserted island.

To be truthful I had many books I wanted to choose. For the past few days I have pondered which book I would take and finally, after narrowing it down, I made a decision.

My choice is “Webster’s Encyclopedic Unabridged Dictionary of the English Language.” For the love of words, their meaning and a my thirst for knowledge. It’s a big book. I must insist that the entire book would have to be waterproofed.

Since it’s an island surrounded by water, I will assume there would be seafood and fish. I elect to bring along the kitten, too.