I'm very thankful for animal organizations and rescue centers. Without their help, animals would have a much harder time in our world, and people would have more problems finding pets. The picture in this posting has all three of my current cats in it. I rescued all three of them from rescue centers. They are really beautiful and are helpful with their purrs in my life. They are also very happy with their good food and lots of love.
My three cats are still keeping me company while I work from home; we all also eat our food together. My cats smell my food and then also want to eat some canned cat food, rather than just their low-calorie dry cat food, which is always available to them. My youngest Flamepoint Siamese cat also often asks me for his canned cat food while I am cooking my own supper. My cats all eat their cat food while I eat a lot of vegetables. I also often eat chocolate items for dessert, but I obviously don't let my cats eat the chocolate.
My cats love their Christmas presents. The photo in this blog posting shows all three of them playing with catnip-filled mouse toys. They also love the new laser pointer that I've been showing them. Most of all, though, they love to play with each other, with me, and with their food.
The two cats in the picture of this post are in heaven right now. They are a brother and a sister who were initially in a rescue center together as kittens. Yes, they were rescued together, and I loved both of these cats. They were so sweet together and shared a lot of their love with myself and my children. I am so thankful for the many pets that I've had in the past and for the three that I currently have. I love looking at pet pictures and real pets when they show their love for their homes, families, purrs, food items, toys, etc.
The picture in this blog entry shows one of my cats while she is actually dreaming. While dreaming, pets sometimes do such things as move their paws and open their mouths. I'm guessing my cat was actually dreaming about food when I took this picture. She was possibly dreaming about eating one of her favorite foods: chicken with gravy or chicken and tuna feast flaked. Another example of a dreaming cat appears in the poem "Political Scratches from D.C.'s Dreaming Cat on National Cat Day (October 29)," which is in Amazing Holiday Paws. Here's one of the forty-two stanzas from D.C. Cat's dream:
Many people who were dressed very neat
walked too near the Cat and kicked their booted feet
to smash the puddled ground's water and scare
the Cat caged up in its feline nightmare.
(page 135 in Amazing Holiday Paws)
The June 5, 2020 entry on this blog page shows a picture of D.C. Cat, in addition to another stanza from this narrative poem. Yes, D.C. Cat really is one of my cats.
One of my favorite poems that I've written is titled "Intermixing Coffee on Martin Luther King Jr. Day." This poem references the need to mix together different coffee mugs. The reality is that I have multiple kinds of cats and other decorations on my different coffee mugs. I also often mix them up, so the ones in the back are moved forward. As you can see from the picture in this posting, the mugs are black, white, blue, etc. The cats also are quite different. Some of the mugs are old, some are young, some have cat images, some have flower pictures, etc. I love the variety and the different colors.
Here is my poem "Intermixing Coffee on Martin Luther King Jr. Day," which is on page 14 of Holidays Amaze:
The cupboard’s back space had black coffee cups:
on hooks the cups were all hanging sadly
in spots like slaves with no chance of hookups
to some freedom of shifting forward free.
The cupboard’s front space had coffee cups white:
on wooden ground were they all standing straight
with no hooks to keep them in spots unbright;
at times, they’d even roll from cupboard’s gate.
“I love Martin Luther King Junior’s speech:
‘I Have a Dream.’ He would never have placed
his coffee cups like this.” A hand did reach
and make the black and white cups interlaced.
Like people on buses, the cups became free
to intermix and taste of each other’s coffee.
I actually rescued the Flamepoint Siamese cat in the first picture of this blog posting when he was only three months old. He was probably left at the rescue center because he liked to scratch everything. I trained him how to just scratch cat toys and a few pieces of old furniture by taping aluminum foil to the places where he wanted to scratch, but where I didn't want him to scratch.
He then became the cat featured in the poem “Political scratches from D.C.’s Dreaming Cat on National Cat Day (October 29)” of Amazing Holiday Paws. This poem shows the viewpoint of a dreaming cat that is homeless in Washington, D.C. The cat’s name is D.C. (Dreaming Cat). Here is stanza six of a forty-two stanza poem that tells a story about D.C. cat interacting with politicians and other people:
The Dreaming Cat jumped up and ran too fast
in front of reporters doing a newscast;
the Cat scratched a statue to keep its claws strong;
a reporter yelled, “That cat’s scratches are wrong!”
While dreaming, D.C. Cat fought with a politician who stuffed him into his briefcase; this cat also scratched, rested in front of, climbed upon, and jumped around on top of multiple D.C. museums, such as the Smithsonian Castle.
D.C. cat, just like my own cat that was the inspiration for a poem, likes to talk and connect to others. If D.C. Cat is listed on ballots this year, I wonder how many people would actually vote for him. :-)
Normally, I get together with family members and my church family on Easter Sunday. This year, though, the Coronavirus pandemic has resulted in a need to get together with others through online video conferencing. My cats participated in my church's online worship service this morning. They heard the voices of new people, saw images of these people on my laptop's screen, and heard the music of a worship service. All three of them enjoyed this experience, and one of them kept on jumping up next to my laptop and rubbing against it. Seeing the loving actions of my cats, touching soft cat fur, and hearing the purrs of my cats during an Easter worship service in my home was a new experience for me and my cats. Love is always an essential part of Easter and every other day.
Here's one of my most helpful and sweetest cats. He's a Flamepoint Siamese and very loving. I sometimes call him "Honey" because of his sweetness and color. A couple of days ago, while I was setting up my laptop for a conference at work, he kept bumping his head against me and my computer. Some people might think such interruptions are distracting, but I find them helpful. Especially during hard times, his actions help me to smile a lot. :-)
I rescued all three of my cats from rescue centers. The cat in this picture was about a year and a half old when he was rescued by Target employees and brought to the Taunton Animal Rescue. A few weeks later, he was all mine for only $200. :-)
I still find it tough to believe that such a loving, sweet cat did not have a home. Because he's so smart, I've often wondered if he escaped, rather than being dropped off somewhere.
The cat in this picture was one of my favorite cats. Like all Siamese cats, he was very smart. He used to jump up onto windowsills and doors. He also used to open cupboard doors and push dishes out. Yes, he broke multiple glasses and coffee mugs. I think his playfulness was partially because his polydactyl paws made him similar to some of the cats that were owned by Ernest Hemingway. The extra toes in his paws gave him the ability to move a part of his front paws like he had thumbs. He even used to try to turn the water faucets on.
Dr. Karen Petit is the author of Banking on Dreams, Mayflower Dreams, Roger Williams in an Elevator, Unhidden Pilgrims, Holidays Amaze, Amazing Holiday Paws, and Paw Dream Mazes. She is thankful to God for the many wonderful animals in our world.