Comment from: Hinermad [Visitor]


Thank you! I could not remember the name of Dick and Jane’s cat to save my life. (Yes, these things bother me. I’m easily bothered by memories, or their loss.)

If you want creative names you should speak to my daughter. Her children are Schuyler and Payton (both names are unique in her or her husband’s families) and her dogs are Seamus and Smucker.

I’m glad to see I’m not the only one who’s been shanghaied into cat servitude. But I have to admit my most recent cat was self-inflicted. How does that saying go? “Some are born cats, some achieve cats, and some have cats thrust upon them.”


12/27/10 @ 09:37
Comment from: Jeffafa [Visitor]

Crazy cat lady indeed.
BTW, Phlebas is probably pissed that you miss spelt his name. Heh

12/27/10 @ 09:50
Comment from: Linda [Visitor]

I can’t wait to hear what or who you will be travelling with next!

I love the name Seamus.


12/27/10 @ 11:21
Comment from: lorraine [Visitor]

Well done, Crazy Cat Lady. Keep on blogging. You are adding much entertainment to our Christmas holidays.


12/27/10 @ 12:49
Comment from: Aunt Bann [Visitor]
Aunt Bann

We met Seamus yesterday, but then he got put in the back bathroom, where he stayed, most of the time. I think they took him out a time or two, to show him off and to let him have a little freedom, but not to run loose—-there are already many cats around here (fed by the step-daughter) and the girls didn’t want to let him get to some of them. So he was basically kept in the room.

They left this morning, but couldn’t take a hot shower; our connection broke sometime during the night, and Uncle Charles had to fix the line (after I drove to town for the parts). By that time, they were on the next leg of their journey.

We enjoyed their visit. We ate, sang, cut some lumber (to show off the sawmill), and sang some more. When the other company had all gone and Uncle Charles was is bed, Mich sat down on the couch and promptly fell asleep; Diana and I visited another hour or two, made the bed, and woke Mich up to move into the bedroom.

I got lots and lots of good, big, bear hugs! And I gave lots and lots of them, too. That is the beauty of being a “favorite” anything in our family. But this time, they were exceptionally special, because it had been so long since we were together TO hug—and will be a long time before the next time we can. So we tried to store some up for the “dry” days! (Not that they can really be stored up, but the memories will be there, in our heads, hearts, and lives.)

Thanks, Diana and Mich, for the wonderful visit! Love you both!

12/27/10 @ 15:13

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