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, July 24, 2014

Tom's Routine

I posted a blog in July which I don't see here, so I will do it again -- more brief this time.  I have
mentioned before that Tom is big on routine.  When I first get up in the morning he is either at the door or hears the click of the lock and is there in the swish of a tail.  Before he goes for his breakfast he heads for the door from the utility room into the garage where I touch a switch to turn off the yard
light.  It was on a timer for many years, but the timer finally wore out.  But the on-off switch is
there and works well.  So Tom butts his head against the door to go with me to the switch, running
ahead, and after the "off" produces a soft sound he runs back inside.  I pour out the kibble and he
is already up on the dryer to chomp it down.  Why not on the floor?  The ants do not climb up on the dryer.  Yes, I spray for ants, but the food draws out their descendants.  The bugs got in when the
house was being built in the fall season, and some of them continued to live on through their generations.
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