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.

Friday, November 13, 2015

No Trespassing

The air suddenly filled with an eerie sound -- a higher pitched howl than a growl, but coming from a growling throat.  Tom sprang from the chair with the soft, fake-fur throw to the bed below the window.  He reared up on his hind legs to look out the window.  I followed his gaze.  On the high
board fence separating my property from that of my neighbor was a cat with a collar.  Tom had yet
to be influenced by a nearby cat, except outside where he was most likely to retreat before a strange
cat.  He jumped up to the window sill to make his presence authoritative.


Tom repeated the howl over and over, his altered voice still affecting his speech.  The cat on the fence didn't look in his direction through the window.  Why did this cat excite such a menacing response in the cool-cat personality which is Tom.  My impression was that the fence cat was a female, not that such has ever had any real affect on my altered Tom.  Yet in some ways she resembled Tom, but with much more white fur.  In fact, she was white with several small patches of striped fur of the same color as Tom's mostly striped head and back.  Only his chest and underbelly are white. 


Did he regard this feline as a relative that hadn't acknowledge his territory?  Or was this a sudden and very emotional warning to the marauder?  Stay off my space.  Can't you tell it is NO TRESPASSING here?

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