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, August 27, 2017

Tom's Diary

I have decided to write (only as often as I please) the wonderful things I do in a diary.  Why?  Because I am a highly special individual feline. 
I live with only one human being.  That's an advantage, because it means I can have all the attention for myself.  I am told that some humans have more than one cat, or they have cats and dogs.  Ugh!  If the squirrels were friendly, they'd have them, too.  And rabbits.  How low can they go?
I actually have to wait at the door to be let inside every morning.  And wait.  And wait.  She lets the sun get high in the sky, before she drags herself to the door and opens it for me.
Now, I do her a great favor.  I lead her out the back door to the garage, where she trips a switch.  Nothing changes inside, but through a front window I see the post light that is on at night is now off.  That wouldn't happen if I was not there.  You can see how valuable I am to the success of our lives.
Once that is done, I can have my breakfast.  I don't eat it all.  My mama taught me to always leave some food in the dish.  You can get hungry in the night and want to have food ready.  By morning it is gone.  I like to start a new day with new food in the dish.  And I can depend on her putting it there.
     After she eats, or doesn't, I follow her as she goes about putting items made of cloth on her body.  That is something I don't have to do, thank cat heaven.  I delight in my body the way it is.  Why, I am ready for anything.  Well, she does push me off the bed when I prefer to prepare my fur to stay clean and beautiful.  I have a pristine white front all the way from my chin to my tail.  So, you see, I am, therefore, known as a Tuxedo Tabby.  So far, I have been spared a soaking in soapy water.  Some of my friends tell me they are put in that awful situation.  It takes them more than an hour to dry off, and one has to wash oneself all over again to get rid of the effects of what humans call a bath.
     Well, that is enough for my diary now.  Wait for my next entry.  I'll report in again when I am good and darn well ready.

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