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.

Wednesday, March 27, 2013


If you haven't been following this blog, again enter a title which is my reason for creating this blog,  It;s for those of us who love and appreciate the unique character of the domestic cats and find them excellent companions.  You can read through the written adventures of Tom and me, and check through old blogs for the story of my first expertience with Tom when he came to me from my daughter who needed a new home for him, when she couldn't keep him herself.

Monday, March 11, 2013

I just finished a blog, and I'm not sure it was posted.

My First "Tom"

So I begin again.  Tom resists having his face focused for the computer camera to show how handsome and intelligent he looks.  I can't seem to hold his head straight and keep a hand free to click on the correct icon.
To make up for the loss, I will tell you about my first Tom.  Enamored as I was with the Peter Rabbit story, and further impressed by the white cat who was grooming herself in the sunshine, I wanted a white cat.  I was an only child growing up without other kids to play with in my earliest years.  About this time, my Dad went into business for himself as the proprietor of a feed mill, buying and selling feeds and supplies for farm animals, flour for people, and milling grains, including popcorn and corn-meal. 
Mice being banned around grains, my Dad always kept a couple of cats in residence to control the mice.  At this time there was no prepared pet food, but Dad fed the cats faithfully on canned horse meat which they loved.  He also cured them of mange by spreading on the furless skin pine tar.  It worked in short order.  One customer even called my Dad when his horse got sick.  He had a cure for that, too.
Well, to continue, Tom, a yellow cat turned up at the mill.  Homeless cats could be counted on to find the mill, and soon they would be healthy and tame.  Yellow was my second choice in a cat, and he was brought home to me.  However, he had quickly established himself as a professional mouse catcher and shared residence with our house and the mill, being child's friend and mill buddy.  I will tell more about him next time.