ABOUT ME

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.

WELCOME

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, February 23, 2017

You Know This Isn't My Cheese

I didn't know cats liked cheese.  I found out Tom the Noble Cat does.  He came to me when I unwrapped a package of Dutch Garden Smoked Gouda.  I gave him a small sliver.  He took it from my fingers, ate it, and begged for more.  Since then, he shows up waiting for cheese, which I like well enough to more or less keep it in supply.  He has eaten cheddar, and I thought I had fed him Swiss.  However, last week I gave him a bit of Jarlsberg Lite Swiss.  He didn't eat it.  I though the piece was too big and broke it up.  He didn't eat it where he mostly licks it up from the floor.  So I put it into his food dish on top of his dry Friskies.  Next day, it was still there with the Friskies mostly gone.  Later in the day I passed by his dish, and the cheese was there.  When I passed almost time for his canned meat, the two little Swiss bites were carefully laid outside the dish.  Very careful of him it was.  He is mostly a bit careless with his eating enough to find bits dropped from his mouth to the floor as he eats his meals in several sessions. 


This was his silent lesson for me, "You know I prefer the kind without the holes."

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