I have invited you to let me tell you about Tom, my amazing friend of the feline specie. Love for the feline specie comes from the story of Peter Rabbit and Mr. Mcgregor wherein the white tabby is grooming herself by a pool of water. Later I collected insects and rocks growing up to becoming a chemist with a major oil company and later a college chemistry instruc-tor. Moving to other cities, family, etc. I lost contact with that field. Among other things, I have performed as a singer, speaker, museum docent, book recorder, newspaper reader for the blind; worked to establish a lighting business and got a mas-ters degree in radio/tv production and performance. My latest work is writing popular fiction, novels. I will try to entertain with stories about Tom and what I've learned about cats.


This is for all of you who love cats, who live with one, or more,. It is also for those of you who value friendship and enjoy the company of others. I welcome you into my life, about my cat and me. It may be we have other like interests and special loves than cats and friendship, be-cause I like to share, at times, some special insights, or some degree of enlightenment that may spring upon me. So, please join me for a little part of your day.

Sunday, October 7, 2012


We are having the first real change to chill October weather.  Warm in the daytime to a chill after the sun goes down.  Tom sits down at the patio door to go out a little before the light fades down to a near-dark twilight.  It is his habit, first of all, to look out the double lighted exit from the glass that does not open to assess the wild life in his sights.  When he is sure it suits him, he moves to the door and sits patiently.  It isn't always that he is patient.  If I am in the same room watching TV and am en-grossed in the program, he rears up and claws on the back of my upholstered chair.  He knows this will get a roar and a rise from me, and I will move to DRIVE him out.  Then he moves to the door and is put out. 

Every pet needs to be, mostly, an outdoor creature and not lose contact with his freedom in nature and the ability to protect himself.  I've had to compromise with Tom, because his first owner worked in the daytime; and the only time the owner was at home was at night, so that was when Tom had his outing.  There is a bandit cat that steals Tom's food, if I put the remainder of his early dinner out to early the scruffy gray cat steals it.  Timid Tom seems to let the bandit get away with it.  I have better luck if I wait until I close down for the night.  Setting his food dish out then, he is hungry enough to finish it off himself.

Thursday, October 4, 2012

Tom, the Timid

Despite Tom's size and strength, he has a timid, perhaps shy or a "prove you are friendly" aspect.  He is larger than average weighing 10.5 pounds with long forelegs and paws, and a long ringed tail, which moves and curls constantly, except when he is in deep sleep.  His paws are big and white with pink pads, and he loves to flex them when on my lap.  Yes, it's catlike to do so.  But when I yell, "Ouch" he is more careful.  He often lays with his forelegs spread forth in the position of the sphinx of Eguptl; and when he gets up from a nap he stretches his hind legs like a ballet dancer.  His timidity,however, is more for men tha;n for women.  The women of my family, he favors more by letting them pick him up  and pet him.  In times of holiday gatherings he hides under the bed.

He is prescient and comes on the scene when I sit down to work at the computer, where he is now, so thies comments complete today's blog, says Barb.