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Abishag Is Twelve!

It doesn’t seem like that many years have passed … (cliche’ – sorry)

… she and Ptolemy used to lie underneath the wood deck in the backyard, out of the hot sun, and nap. Abishag taught Ptolemy the joy of rolling in the dirt in the driveway, too.

You could almost hear them both giggle when they’d stroll up to the kitchen door to come inside. They waited for my dismayed reaction, as Abishag looked like a once-black plush teddy bear that’d fallen into the dustbin. And Ptolemy’s fur was one grayish-brownish swamp water color instead of his usual impeccable Siamese seal point.

Next year she becomes a teenager …

abishag's nap

… birthday, whatever – just don’t disturb her nap.

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‘Karate Kat’

Over at The Shameful Sheep, Blair’s encounter last month with that disgusting (yeecchhh) cockroach reminded me of Ptolemy, my wonderful Siamese. I lived in an apartment beset with those demons and when I was able to move to a nicer one, some of them moved with me.

Ptolemy, my ‘Karate Kat’ would whack one with a paw and then stand guard over it until I could dispose of the carcass.

Ira’s proudest moment as an indoor cat was when he presented a 7-inch long, dead black snake (no bigger around than a pencil) to me. He’d caught it in the garage.

Abishag is death on caterpillars, beetles, moths and (sadly) crickets.

We all definitely agree with Blair’s great post, “adopt a cat, save your eyelids.” And we wish her a Happy Birthday!