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.

Saturday, September 6, 2014

My House Escort

It appears some cats maybe most, keep tabs on their people.  I have told you about cats accompanying their owners on walks.  Some, I've heard, wait for their person, child or adult, to
finish showering right by the door. 
So does Tom, my good friend.  When he is admitted in mornings, he marches to the inside garage
door before me to turn off the switch to the front yard light.  Satisfied, he comes back in and
jumps on the dryer in the utility room for his breakfast.  Yes, up off the floor.  Cat food draws
ants if any are lurking behind the molding. 
He also waits for me to make the bed and get dressed for the day.  After that, it appears he wants me
to escort him into the back rooms, even on into the utility room where he has another go at his
breakfast.  He eats in small increments at a time.
Today, he spoke most insistently, loud and bossy, even.  It wasn't food.  He didn't want out, certainly.
He jumped up on the bench that goes with the electronic organ.  I petted him and rubbed his jaws.
Apparently, I hadn't done it when I first started the day, and he seemed satisfied afterward.