Tonight Polly was sitting beside me on the couch when she caught sight of Brody watching her from the stairs. She immediately jumped up and scurried over to one of her baskets where she feels safe from that big orange cat!
in a house and studio that was becoming colder and colder when the power went out during an Ice Storm on Friday and Saturday, the 12th and 13th of December. As the temperatures outside plunged into the teens and low 20's, they made the best of a cold situation. Here's their advice.
Curl up in a cozy basket.
Wear many layers of warm clothing.
Surround yourself in an especially soft warm blanket.
When the power returns, get as close as possible to the heat source. In this case, Ellie May advises sitting right on the heater!
quiltcat had a post about cats and books which reminded
me of Ginger aka Tiddles Too, a calico cat with a double identity in the seacoast town of Kennebunkport in the late 1980's.
The Kennebunk Book Port was a popular bookshop above a Candle Shop in Kennebunkport run by Jack and Shirley. Their welcome sign on the door read as 'ice cream, children, bare feet, long hair, no hair, cats, dogs and small dragons are welcomed here anytime.'
They loved cats and over the years there was a succession of cats adopted from the shelter or strays that called the Book Port home. Georgie was a beautiful long haired cat who was adopted and Jack thought she would love a companion so off he went to the shelter returning with Ginger who had a bad reputation for not getting along with others. Georgie and Ginger became best buddies.
"Georgie" on the steps of the Book Port's loft.
Ginger on the flowered deck of the Kennebunk Book Port.
When Georgie suddenly passed away, Ginger was terribly sad so Jack introduced another Shelter cat to the Book Port. Ginger was out at the time of the arrival of the kitten and was horrified when she returned to find a strange cat in her domain. She exited not to return for a long time. There were sitings of her at the Post Office, and Hotels and other spots in Dock Square. Occasionally she would appear at the Book Port for something to eat and then disappear.
The South Congregational Church was near the Post Office in Kennebunkport. It seems that Ginger found the comfort she needed at the church. The Reverend named her Tiddles Too (after a famous Church cat in England) and she became a part of the congregation, regularly attending services and weddings. Jack's curiosity was peaked when he got a newsletter from the Church with an article and photo of their Church Cat named Tiddles Too. My how she resembled Ginger!
There are many amazing stories out there. Cats have a way of adding so much to one's life, a neighborhood or community. I have more stories about such things, do you?
Buskitten recently posted her lovely old toys on her blog and they reminded me of my 'Green Eyes', my favorite stuffed animal toy that I've managed to keep with me since 3rd grade. Green Eyes went through alot with me and in 4th grade instead of counting sheep at night to fall asleep I would softly recite math multiplications to Green Eyes hoping that I would remember them!
I grew up in a family without pets and never realize how much cats would become a part of my life when I became an adult!
Here's one of my first attempts with watercolors when I was a child!
I was just talking to a friend whose cat has been waking her up at 6 am. on the weekend when she would love to in sleep late. What "Stovie" the cat does is hop onto her bed, stand behind her head, and tap her hair and when that doesn't work, the prickly little claws tap her head. He is very persistent and will not stop until she gets up! What to do, Lynda got a brilliant idea. She thought of putting a mixing bowl on her head, but she only had glass bowls. She did have a plastic green colander which she brought to bed. When the tapping was about to occur she slid the colander over her head....Hmmmmm, Stovie was puzzled...paused a moment and reached around the side of the colander, Lynda kept sliding the colander over trying to keep one step (or paw as the case may be) ahead of Stovie. Stovie gave up briefly and Lynda fell asleep for hours with a colander on her head. Next morning, Stovie was back and so was the colander, but now Stovie tried a new tactic, reaching around and tapping her jaw. Lynda, finally resorted to closing him out in the hall! Oh, how could she...he started howling! So tired, the howling didn't phase Lynda as she dozed off with the colander still on her head. Do you have creative ways of outwitting your pet when they are the boss?
This is my cat niece, Tiger...it warmed my heart to see her tonight when we had dinner at her house. We sat together and communicated and she touched my nose with her nose! She's such a sweet gentle kitty.
I've been away since Tuesday visiting my parents and I miss my cats! The closest thing I've seen to them are the fluffy squirrels in my parents' neighborhood. D will be returning home today so I'm looking forward to seeing them on skype!
When Polly was a tiny kitten, often times we couldn't find her. She used to climb the screen on the front porch and jump into the plant hanging from the ceiling! We often got a clue as to her whereabouts by following the gaze of our other kitten, Pumpkin who was not much of a climber and was often looking up!
Polly came to live with us as an 8 week old kitten... she was so tiny she could fit in the palm of your hand and also in a very small basket! Since that time she has always loved baskets and I have loved painting her in them! You can see more about Polly and the other dear ones here.
Polly is a wonderful cat model... I've been drawing and painting her since she was a tiny kitten in 1994. She may be a part of a special book project I've been working on with the Kennebunkport Conservation Trust. Stay tuned for more news about that...
This evening Polly did her favorite thing, she sat upon 2 pillows on her Dad's lap and saw herself on the blog and felt the hum of the laptop, like a big purring cat. Bliss!
I'm an artist/illustrator specializing in ink and watercolors and photography. My little studio in Maine is nestled in our garden by a babbling brook. Everyday I draw inspiration from the pets who have touched my life, our garden, birds and wildlife critters, quaint old houses, children, shells, scenes of the seaside and more.
Hope to share my art and observations with you and don't forget to take a moment to notice the precious little things around you.