The Perfected Soul saith: "…I am the greatest cat which dwelleth in the seat of right and truth wherein riseth the god Shu."

What then is this? The male cat is Ra himself, and he is called Maau….

The Egyptian Book of the Dead

The weather’s turned cooler and the tigers love it. Love it to the extent of 2 broken bowls, a broken floor lamp and a ruined speaker. Every time I walk from one room to another I wait for a flash of fur a la Hobbes when Calvin comes home from school.

Now, instead of 4 or 5 stretched out on the dining table they’re on the couches or in the recliner. Shiimsa and Skoshi are so cute curled up together in the recliner. The recliner is too hot to use during the summer. Synthetic fabric so the damn thing doesn’t breathe and I just end up with a sweaty back and backside if I sit in it for any length of time. Friday night was my transition to the recliner. Already had a couple dust-ups between lap lump contestants. Can’t remember the last time I’ve heard this much hissing or seen this much throwing of paws. One in my lap and one on the arm of the recliner. So much for dull evenings.

My friend Joe bought a house 5 or 6 six ago and there was a little female stray that came with it. Joe already had Gator, Cali and GG (for Grey Ghost, Joe’s a Mosby fan) but I convinced him that he should adopt this little girl rather than just continue feeding her as the previous owner had done. Turns out that Summer (I named her because it was summer when he took her in) was about 9-10 and wasn’t in the best of health. Gee, imagine that. I know the previous owner of the house but had never been there. Knowing this guy as I do if I’d known about Summer then she’d have been scooped up by me long ago. After a bit of being frightened indoors she settled down and became a little lover, always schmoozing with the other tigers. Loved to be stroked and brushed. Summer became hyperthyroid and developed renal disease a couple years ago. Joe was very conscientious in her treatment but time has caught up with us. Summer has gone to Rainbow Bridge. RIP Summer. I’ll see ya at the Bridge.

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Of all God’s creatures there is only one that cannot be made the slave of the lash. That one is the cat. If man could be crossed with the cat it would improve man, but it would deteriorate the cat.

Mark Twain