[TheForge] Grave Marker (patina)

[Jerry Frost]

Four cats have us, three in the house and the barn cat Snicker. The empress
is House Mouse and going strong for 20+ years old. Whiskey (short for
Whiskey Whiskers Whisket or WWW. Cat.) is around 9 and Pukah Purza around 8.
Deb named them all.

Pukah is a Rag Doll and is one of the most indifferent creatures I've ever
run across. Zero survival instinct, none, zilch. A few years ago we rescued
Isaac a long haired shepard mix weighing around 90 lbs. The first thing he
encountered when we brought him in the house was Pu. Pu didn't see anything
to be cautious about and walked right up to this big strange dog to perform
a thorough cat scan. Isaac however was quite concerned and stood pretty
frozen while Pu did his thing.

House Mouse being older and wiser (actually lint is wiser than Pu) watched
from under some furniture while Pu acted as mine detector. When she was sure
it was safe she came out to meet the new dog.

Whiskey being our largest tom naturally hid out for about three days.

Snicker the 1/2 Maine Coon barn cat is a pretty typical Maine Coon, large,
strong, superb hunter (note I didn't say mouser, mice are the bottom of her
scale) and has the confidence of a cat who can whip anything less than 10
times her size. She greets visitors in the driveway, rain snow sleet hail,
wind or sun. She's small though, (for a Maine Coon, even 1/2) only about 18
lbs. so she will get out of the way . . . of a car.

Frosty
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If it ain't forged
it ain't real.
Wrought iron is.
The FrostWorks

Meadow Lakes, AK.


----- Original Message -----
From: "John Husvar" <jhusvar at neo.rr.com>
To: "Sponsored by ABANA" <theforge at mailman.qth.net>
Sent: Thursday, May 27, 2004 12:25 PM
Subject: Re: [TheForge] Grave Marker (patina)


> Jerry Frost wrote:
>
> >
> >
> > Don't own a cat, John?
>
> Nobody owns a cat, any more than anybody casually tosses a Dwarf. :)
>
> There are currently three who grace us with their presence, _when_ they
> condescend to appear other than at mealtimes. There are: The Black
> Plague, a neutered tom whom I believe has never quite accepted my
> explanation that it was for his own good; Schroedinger, an orange tabby
> intact tom one never knows is dead or alive until he shows up for a
> handout; and Nameless, a young gray tabby queen who deigns to grace our
> barn.
>
> There were four, but Spooky, a gray tabby and white piebald queen,
> unfortunately neglected to dodge when the horse decided one day that she
> might look better with hoofprints.
>
> >
> > To cooperate or express an opinion, a cat would have to lower itself to
> > merely mortal.
>
> Hmmmmm, yes. What was I thinking? I know cats were once worshipped as
> gods and have never forgotten it nor allowed humans to.
>
>
>
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