Tag: Cat

Just a bit creepy

No one was home at my house last night. The kids were at Sam’s folks house for the night and the dog was there, too. Sam was working. So when I came home, the only thing in the house was our cat.

The cat always meets me at the door when I get home, so as I walked in she jumped off the couch and came to the door. As she did this and I was setting my work bag down something I did not expect happened. The TV turned on.

The volume was a bit high so it freaked me out as I realized that the TV had just turned on. I assumed that the remote was left on the couch and that the cat had probably just stepped on it as she jumped down. I walked to the couch, but could not find the remote.

I turned toward the TV on the other side of the room and saw the remote was directly underneath the TV on the mantle. At this point, the freak out factor rose quickly! This has never happened before.

Knowing I was the only one there (or at least I hoped that was the case), I began to walk through the house. I checked all the bedrooms, the basement, etc… Nothing. I’m sure this was just some crazy power surge or something, but it was enough to keep me up for a bit. I don’t have an explanation, but there has to be a logical one, right?

The Cat’s Meow

On the old Soupy Sales show, one of the easiest way to set up a joke was to have someone come banging on his door. One of my favorite lines (that no one else finds funny) goes like this:

(Door Knocking)

(Soupy opens the door) “Yes?”

(Man at door) “Well, I guess you don’t like cats!”

(Soupy) “I don’t like cats? That’d ridiculous! Dizzy Gillespie is a good friend of mine!”

I wasn’t always a cat person. My brother and I always had dogs growing up. When I moved to Ludington in 1991, I was living alone and someone suggested I get a kitten to keep me company. From that moment on, it seems I have always had a cat around the house.

When I was living in Flint, there were stray cats galore in our neighborhood. Each neighbor had a different name for the same cat. Ralphie for us, was Boots for our next door neighbor, or Stanley for our neighbor across the street.

Larry was my cat from Ludington. My dad disliked cats, so when I moved home, he went to stay with my brother. Over the years there was Callie, Frankie, Tigger, Moe, and Lorenzo (who still lives with my older sons.)

Maizey has lived with us for about 3 or 4 years. Originally, she was supposed to be my wife’s cat, but I think she stays by me more. When I go to bed, she jumps up and wants me to pet her. She will often jump up on my lap on mornings I get up before the kids. I will have a cup of coffee next to me, a book or my phone, and Maizey purring away.

So why all this talk about felines? Recently, Sam said she felt like Maizey needed a friend. She felt like she was lonely. She said that she doesn’t really come out as much as she used to. I reminded her that it was probably because Ella and Andrew tend to chase her around or try to grab her tail!

So for a little over a month now, Sam will occasionally show me pictures of kittens that Facebook friends are selling or giving away. I did not think that she was serious about getting Maizey a friend, but I was obviously wrong. Today, we welcomed a new kitty to the house.

Say hello to Mowgli! Sam wanted to name him Bear, because she says he reminded her of a bear. When Sam asked Ella what we should name him – Mowgli came out of nowhere. I can’t tell you the last time she watched Jungle Book, listened to the story or read the book, so I don’t know what made her think of it. She seems pretty sure that Mowgli was the name – so it is. I suggested to Sam that maybe Bear could be his middle name!