William: Always a leg stuck out.
When I opened Whiskertips, I intended to write about “Books, Cats, and Life in General.” Before long, however, the blog became catcentric, so I created a second blog, Telling the Truth, Mainly,” and left Whiskertips to float in cyberspace for the pleasure (I hoped) of any reader who happened to drop in.
Now I find Telling the Truth, Mainly, where I planned to write about writing and life in general, is following in Whiskertips’ steps, becoming catty.
Today it came to me: What’s wrong with a catcentric blog? That’s life, too. My friends describe me as “the woman whose slacks are covered with cat hair.”
So in honor of all my cats, past and present, I’m reopening Whiskertips. I begin by reintroducing my feline family.
I have no pictures of Tinker, Miss Kitty, Ten-Thirty, Wimple, Ashley, Mr. Peyton, and Christabel, but here are pictures of immediate past and current CEOs.
A birthday story for my dear cousin…
We have had many good times together.
The most memorable, right now, aside from the times we almost broke up church because we couldn’t stop laughing, and the time she made me go on the Cruise from You-Know-Where, is the time we went to the drive-in movie to see TheGreat Gatsby, and her eleven- and twelve-year-old sons–I’ll call them Boy C and Boy G–sat in the back seat griping for the length of the dumb, boring show and yowling to go home.
When the second feature came on, however, the boys displayed immediate interest. It was The Sterile Cuckoo, a cute, sweet movie starring Liza Minnelli. We hadn’t planned to stay for it, but every time…
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There’s no need for a piece of sculpture in a home that has a cat.” ~ Wesley Bates
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