Monday, May 28, 2007

I think we're being held hostage!

By three C A T S!!!

Chiang, a very slim, sleek, sexy, sophisticated male Tabby who has garnered most, if not all, of my affection, has taught me to serve him well and I take pride in that fact. He is gallant in his efforts to bring home offerings of his male prowess.....mice, birds, and large bugs. Yes, he is generous and vain to a fault. One stretch of his lithe body against my leg, gets me yelping like a little pup, as his claws gently and precisely make their piercingly curved entrance into my flesh. "He just wants to be petted", I would say to the husband, who comes running at the sound of my high-pitched screeching. I opt for the "Shrek" band-aids.

Sukey, the self-assured, self-centered, chatty, wily matriarch of the home, is a sister to Chiang. She has become a capable, ordered ruler of the household. Nothing gets by her without her consent. Everything is inspected, sniffed at and given "the look" (including Chiang and Job). She has total control over her domain and exercises it with great precision and confidence. The "boys" do not look at her directly. The "boys" do not pass her by without first sitting and admiring her. The "boys" do not go to their food dishes without her escort and approval. No, they are nothing, until she says that they are! She chats away to her staff (that's my husband and I), letting us know of her wishes. We usually comply.

"Job" (pronounced jobe) has a story all his own. Our son, when on a church youth event at the Little Red River Park, a few years ago had this skinny, sickly orange feline following him around - meowing and meowing, begging actually, for Matt to pick him up and take him home. He was hungry, thirsty and tired after all. Matt got the message and that is exactly what he did. Packed him under his coat and drove him home - to our place. We didn't think he'd make it. I think he doubled in weight the first week! Eat. Sleep. Eat. Sleep....... and eat some more. After a time, he became big and round with a wonderfully thankful disposition. We learned quickly to meet his every need. He expected us to. He was a C A T, after all. He's lazy. He's lovely. He's lovable. He's spoiled. He's cuddly. He's everything a C A T should be. He has total control over us.

Should you notice us flying a white flag from the front door, you can call for backup.

Here kitty-kitty-kitty-kitty..........

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

"...he became big and round with a wonderfully thankful disposition." I don't know why, but that statement provided a moving spiritual picture in my mind of how I want to look in relation to God...except the big and round part.

You should do a weekly post about a different cat each time, and include the cats that have gone on before us. That would be fun to read about:)

Sharon Kent said...

No, I can't see you big and round. Although, having said that, I was young and painfully slim and lithe at your age too, my Dear. heh heh heh

Good idea. I just may do that "one cat per week" thingy. There are stories to tell, yes there are!

Anonymous said...

I love it, I can hear you speak every word of description about your family felines, and I can see your reactions, aka, vocal to the claws.......this is great...thanks for sharing...your friendly neighborhood scaler