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.

Thursday, October 2, 2014

Dutiful and Reasonable Tom

What is Tom's duty?  It is one he has assumed out of his desire to contribute to my household.
The first thing he is so thoughtful to do when he first enters the house -- before he eats his breakfast--
he leads the way to the garage light switch for the yard light.  Long ago it was put on a timer which
has since worn out; however, the switch works manually.  Tom hears the little clack sound and knows
the task is accomplished, and so he leads the way back into the house.  He then jumps up on the
dryer to partake of his morning nourishment, while I supply fresh water for the day.  The food is placed there to keep ants away from it.  Outside, I place it on a table where Tom can finish any food left over at night.  By morning it is gone.

He has stopped defying me when it gets dark and time to go out.  So when he deems it is dark enough in our changing season, he sits down patiently in front of the door leading into the back yard.  If he sits down there to view the wildlife and remain inside, he soon moves to the watch position to the side of the opening door. 

Cleaning up the yard for winter when I do not work in the cold, I found a good-sized swatch of fur
that had lain aside for some time.  I could not tell if it was from Tom or his victim.  Even the most
timid of domestic animals can turn out to be determined fighters.