A new co-author

Meet Emma, my new co-author.



We've had Emma since she was a kitten. Her mother, a feral stray, brought Emma and her two siblings to our doorstep and abandoned them there. They were a month old. We brought them in, cleaned them up, and took them to the vet. The siblings tested positive for a feline version of AIDS and had to be put down. Emma, however, was okay, a relief to us because she was the most affectionate of the three, wanting to be held, climbing all over us, purring at every touch.

Emma assimilated into the family, which comprises two adults and several other cats, without incident.
Recently, however, another cat in the house began terrorizing Emma. She was so intimidated by this cat that she was afraid to eat or use the litter box. We realized this when she lost weight and began peeing on our bed.

To get her out of harm's way, I brought her to my studio, the first cat ever to be granted entrance here. When I write, compose, practice, I don't need distractions. It took a couple of days for her to adjust--new environment, no other cats--but she did, and now she owns the place.

I need longer arms, though. I have to write with a cat in my lap between me and the keyboard. All the time.

There's a story in here somewhere.

Bless you. She is so sweet. I love cats.

Al Stevens wrote:

There's a story in here somewhere.

I've already written it -- Mr. Planemaker's Flying Machine. Cosmos appears from nowhere in Chapter Three:

CHAPTER THREE
Puss in Boot

The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,
It isn’t just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I’m as mad as a hatter
When I tell you, a cat must have THREE different names.

– T S Eliot, The Naming of Cats

Mr. Planemaker was feeling much better after a delicious lunch of pea and ham soup with crusty, wholemeal bread. He was about to take a short nap when an unprovoked thought came into his mind, suggesting that he should collect the computer from the boot of the car.

He tried to push the thought away, but it refused to budge; like a phrase in a song repeated over and over again on a damaged compact disc. The quickest way to remove the thought would be to give in to it; so he did.

As he walked towards the car on the driveway, he heard a tiny noise that seemed to be coming from the back of the car.

He pressed the button, with the boot symbol, on the remote control, which responded with a high pitched bleep, before he heard the thudding sound of the boot door unlocking. This was followed by another tiny sound, similar to the first one. It seemed to be coming from either inside the boot or under the car. So, instead of opening the boot, he checked the underside of the car to see whether there was anything underneath.

He was careful to look behind the back wheels, as well as under the car. He didn’t see anything, although he did hear the same sound again, and it was definitely coming from the boot of the car.

That’s strange, he thought as he lifted the door at the back of the car and peered inside the boot.

Although the computer was sitting undisturbed and undamaged, something next to it was stirring and making tiny mewing sounds.

The sound came from a round basket with a fastened down lid. He carefully undid the fastening and slowly lifted the lid.

Inside, an extremely small, black kitten with fluffy, white paws nestled among the purple silk lining of the basket. The curled-up, soft bundle of fur, with tightly closed eyes, seemed to be only a few hours old.

Goodness me! Mr. Planemaker thought. Where did you come from?

I love cats our own Mork loves to sit on your lap especially if you are using the laptop. Mork keeps me sane and I treat him as an extended member of the family.
Mork returns affection and tries so hard to communicate his wants, I sometimes wish I could sit down and have a chat with him.

2/20/2011

Al:

This reminds me of the book written by Cleveland
Amory about a cat he found and adopted I have
to look for the book, it's a beautiful story. You're
cat is beautiful..

Cheers..Joe

I like the picture of the cat, Al. It brought back memories of my buddy, Tigger.

2/20/2011


He's my buddy... Dusty..........Cheers..Joe

Nice picture, Joe.

2/20/2011

Abe...

She was sitting on the dinning room table and I
had the front door open (Screen door closed) natural
light came in and it was a once in the lifetime hit..


Cheers..Joe