Category: Cool Cats

It is with a broken heart we announce that our Bad Boy Andy Cat is MIA,  presumed killed in action. Andy’s ‘let the cat in, let the cat out’ was so consistent that we were totally blindsided.

We (meaning Wonderboy) have beat the bushes beside, under, by the creek, to no avail as well as have neighbours on high alert, in case we have to extradite a  Rescue Mission.

Everyday Andy seemed to shrink, so a feather was heavier than he was.  Still with loud and annoying caterwauling, he insisted we let him continue his outside routine and we capitulated.

We like to believe Andy, like a Brave Warrior Viking, reached Valhalla with only his paw as his sword, ready to continue feasting  and fighting for eternity.

Bad Boy Andy leaves behind his sister Diva Calico Gen Cat who he treated like a princess…because well, she is a princess…. Andy also leaves behind Hush Hush Sweet Charlotte (Charlie) Cat who he loved to intimidate and chase round and round the house…just for the hal-a-bit…although as he aged, the chases ceased and a good snarl sufficed.  And then, Andy leaves behind his Baby Dog Jakita who he groomed faithfully and protected from all known and unknown dangers, be it the sound of the vacuum cleaner or the rumble of distant thunder.

Everyone has a Bad Boy Andy story…he was so devoted and loving with us, played with squirrels and raccoons, but had a misguided belief he could battle and win against other feral, or forest freaks…like Frank Sinatra…He did it his way.

The End   or   Not Quite

PS: Happy Ending…The cat came back…the cat came back..thought he was a goner but the cat came back…in a week and a day….

I am The D.C.G., The.Diva.Calico.Gen…. How awesome is that name??? Maybe not as out there as The O.A…. The.Original.Angel…. but then  I don’t do parallel universes…I am all in to the Here and Now of the Here and Now.   Still I got some moves that other Kitty Kats would purr for and I know… When to Hold It, I Know When to Fold It, I Know When to Walk Away and I Know When to Run…..

Now everyone knows my predilection with Glamor and Razzle-Dazzle….the painting of my toe (I mean claw) nails …. I haven’t tried lipstick yet but when I see it in some gob smacking golden fire sparkle shade of rapture (or do I have to invent it myself….again….a Girl’s gotta do, what a Girl’s gotta do), then I’ll be ALL IN.…..

Then there is my teeny tiny diamond studs in my pointy little earlobes (coming soon) and the diamond collar (okay, it will be Zircons….whatever….long as I fool those Yummy Mummies of Oakville…and their pampered but oblivious pets). Lately, after carefully observing those Yummy Mummies, walking their cossetted prodigies with their blinged out collars (and leads), I am thinking….I will have to one up them…how about a little bracelet, to wear just above the paw….on the cuff…made of rainbow crystals that catch every sunbeam, creating a spectrum of shades that blindingly hypnotize any Rubber.Neckers….but that may all be in another Time.And.Dimension so for now…Just the Facts, Ma’am…. Just the Facts, Ma’am….

And the fact is…well… some Kiss the Sky…some Kiss the Blarney Stone…and some Kiss the Fountain of Youth (for a price, paid in this world or the next…randomly chosen by your Internal Wheel of Fate)…and Bad Boy Andy swears that is what has happened to me….we are born the same day, to the same Mama but where he wobbles, I pounce, where his eyes glaze over, mine sparkle and shine, like as he winds down, I wind up. 

The Bad Boy says, maybe (mos’ def), I made a Deal With the Devil…which works for today but not so much for the Unknown Parallel  Dimensions, coming soon…..  Yikes, maybe I am the Red Priestess Melisandre from Game of Thrones …. when I take off my Zircon collar, I will turn into a wizened, old, bald, skin and bones replica of cat corpse….but there is no such thing as hokus-pokus magic spells…right???

Bad Boy Andy must be yanking my chain…I am sure totally…after all, I want to end up in Pet Paradise with our Big Bro Beau-Re-Gard – (RIP), Bad Boy Andy, Hush Hush Sweet Charlotte (whenever they’re out of here), even poor Tailess Miss Mao Cat, Kat Manda and all our dear wildlife feral, (Gone but Never Forgotten) ….and of course, my BFF-All-Knowing-Angel-Puppy Jakita…..so just STOP with this stuff that I am doomed to Purgatory for somehow doing something I didn’t even ask for….Just except it and get over it…I’m Special…..maybe a bit shallow….but still Special.

You know me: I won’t hand in my chips….Till I’m seated at the table…There’ll be time enough for remorse’….Once the wheel’s been spun….(Paraphrase The Gambler:  Kenny Rogers)

I am The D.C.G., ….The.Diva.Calico.Gen…. How awesome is that name??? You say….maybe…well not as out there as The O.A….  The.Original.Angel…. but then  I don’t do parallel universes…

I am all in to the Here and Now of the Here and Now.   Still, I got some moves that other Kitty Kats would purr for…. cuz I know … ‘When to Hold It, I Know When to Fold It, I Know When to Walk Away and I Know When to Run’…..much smarter than Bad Boy Andy that way… but it may be I was born with the two X (female) chromosomes….

Now everyone knows my predilection with Glamor and Razzle–Dazzle….the painting of my toe (I mean claw) nails …. I haven’t tried lipstick yet but when I see it in some gob smacking golden fire sparkle shade of rapture (or do I have to invent it myself….again….a Girl’s gotta do, what a Girl’s gotta do), then I’ll be ALL IN.…..

Then there is my teeny tiny diamond studs in my pointy little earlobes (coming soon) and the diamond collar (okay, it will be Zircons….whatever….long as I fool those Yummy Mummies of Oakville…and their pampered but oblivious pets).  Lately, after carefully observing those Yummy Mummies, walking their cossetted prodigies with their blinged out collars (and leads), I am thinking…. Momma will have to one up them…how about a little bracelet, to wear just above the paw….on the cuff…made of Rainbow Crystals that catch every sunbeam, creating a Spectrum of  Shades that blindingly hypnotizes any Rubber.Neckers….but that may all be in another Time.And.Dimension so for now…Just the Facts, Ma’am…. Just the Facts, Ma’am….

And the fact is…well some, Kiss the Sky…some, Kiss the Blarney Stone…and some, Kiss the Fountain of Youth (for a price, paid in this world or the next…randomly chosen by your Internal Wheel of Fate)…and Bad Boy Andy swears that is what has happened to me….we are born the same day, to the same Mama but where he wobbles, I pounce, where his eyes glaze over, mine sparkle and shine, like as he winds down, I wind up.

The Bad Boy says, maybe (mos’ def), I made a Deal With the Devil…which works for today but not so much for the Unknown Parallel  Dimensions, coming soon…..  Yikes, maybe I am the Red Priestess Melisandre from Game of Thrones …. when I take off my Zircon collar, I will turn into a wizened, old, bald, skin and bones replica of cat corpse….but… there is no such thing as hokus-pokus magic spells…right???

Bad Boy Andy must be yanking my chain…I am sure totally…after all, I want to end up in Pet Paradise with our Big Bro Beau-Re-Gard – (RIP), Bad Boy Andy, Hush Hush Sweet Charlotte (whenever they’re out of here), even poor No Tail Miss Mao Cat, Kat Mandu and all our dear wildlife feral, (Gone but Never Forgotten) ….and of course, my BFF-All-Knowing-Angel-Puppy Jakita…..so just STOP with this stuff that I am doomed to Purgatory for somehow doing something I didn’t even ask for….Just accept it and get over it, my Bad Boy Andy…

I’m Special…..maybe a bit shallow….but still Special. After much pondering, I’ve decided to embrace and even preach, to all who have ears to listen:

Ya never cash in your chips….When you’re seated at the table…There’ll be time enough for reality….Once the wheel’s been spun….

(Paraphrase The Gambler:  Kenny Rogers)

Getting old sucks…just ask Momma…. or not…seems she has taken the Fifth…won’t admit to anyone but I see her…she kind of walk stumbles, stops, starts, like me…her knees are so yesterday, her muscles shot.

After all I am the Brainiac Bad Boy Andy Cat…I see all and know all…and try to make sense of it but it is getting harder to evaluate and categorize, as the world performs a blurry out-of-control corkscrew spin…And Momma says you just have to turn on your TV to understand why…all you hear about is Americans Behaving Badly…oh, and Canadians…every chance you give them.

So what’s a cat to do?  Look menacing, even as you move slowly, pause at every chance (to rest) and be petted by Momma and Wonder Boy…because that is written in the contract….something about ‘food and love on demand’…well, if it isn’t in the contract, it should be…

No more stalking around the neighbor hood for me…If those Forest Freaks want a piece of me, they will have to seek me out on my own Territory and then I’ll have them charged with Trespassing…If they still are a nuisance Momma will call The Pet Control Mobile and off they will go to swank accommodations that Momma helps fund.  Maybe they won’t be so cranky when they get their Three Square Meals a day….

Best I stay on my property…the furthest I’m  going is to find cool shade in the peony bushes, then it’s back to free fry on the bench by the side door…or when it is too hot, I seek shade under the bench… so when Momma comes out, I can sneak in and eat my three mouthful of kibbles (four if I’m really hungry).

Still, most of the time you’ll find me inside, rolled up in a chair, head touching toes, as I dream of chasing butterflies through golden grain fields…it’s a good life….

So Charlie Cat, don’t let me find you, startling me awake, standing with your paws on the side of the couch, your double-ringed green eyes casting your woe-be-gone stare in mine as if to say,  ‘Who gave you permission to be here?’ 

Of course I go into attack mode, and Charlie is so bewildered and traumatized…and you guessed, Momma lays the blame on me…because Charlie is high strung…but I am unpredictable.  No worries.  Momma has a very forgiving heart…all water under the bridge in no time. Could I just go back to sleep, please?

So life is not better, not worse, then ….When I was Young… There is a certain peace and joy knowing that I won’t have my paw bit or my ears tattered by well, let’s say…they live among us….but Momma, please, don’t let those types of guests in our front door…so it’s all good, as long as I walk slow, breath, pause, get petted…

And it’s one more step down the road I go…. One more step along the world I go….From the old things to the new….keep me traveling along with you.

(Sydney Carter)

Getting old sucks…just ask Momma…. or not…seems to me she has taken the Fifth…won’t admit to anyone but I see her…she kind of walk stumbles, stops, starts, like me…her knees are so yesterday, her muscles shot.

After all I am the Brainiac Andy Cat…I see all and know all…and try to make sense of it but it is getting harder to evaluate and categorize, as the world performs a blurry out-of-control corkscrew spin…And Momma says you just have to turn on your TV to understand why…all you hear about is Americans Behaving Badly…oh, and Canadians too…every chance you give them.

So what’s a cat to do?  Look menacing, even as you move slowly, pause at every chance to be petted by Momma and Wonder Boy…because that is written in the contract….something about ‘food and love on demand’…well, if it isn’t in the contract, it should be…and adjust my routine.

No more terrorizing the neighbour hood…If those Forest Freaks want to rumble, they will have to seek me out on my own property and then I’ll have them charged with Trespassing…If they still are a nuisance I’ll call The Pet Control Mobile and off they will go to swank accommodations that Momma helps fund.  Maybe they won’t be so cranky when they get their Three Square Meals a day….

Yes, you’ll find me on my property…the furthest I go is to find shade in the peony bushes, then it’s back to sun tanning on the bench by the side door…or when it is too hot, I seek shade under the bench… so when Momma comes out, I can sneak in and eat my three mouthful of kibbles (four, if I’m really hungry).

Still, most of the time you’ll find me inside, rolled up in a chair, head trying to touch toes, as I dream of chasing butterflies through golden grain fields…it’s a good life….so Charlie Cat, don’t let me find you, freaking me awake, standing with your paws on the side of the couch, your double-ringed green eyes casting your woe-be-gone stare in mine as if to say,  ‘who gave you permission to be here?’    Of course I go into attack mode, and Charlie is so bewildered and traumatized…and you guessed it, Momma lays the blame on me…because Charlie is high strung…but I am unpredictable.  No worries.  Momma has a very forgiving heart…all water under the bridge in no time. Could I just go back to sleep, please?

So it is no better and not worse, then when I was young… There is a certain peace and joy knowing that I won’t have my paw bit or my eyes tattered by well, let’s say…they live among us….but Momma, please, don’t let those types of guests in our front door…so it’s all good, as long as I walk slow, breath, pause, get petted…

And it’s one more step down the road I go…. One more step along the world I go….From the old things to the new….keep me traveling along with you. (Paraphrase Sydney Carter)

I, Hush Hush Sweet Charlotte (Charlie) was born a Worrier…not a Warrior…and that is where my trouble began…because if you are a little feral calico kitten…born out in the wilds…or in an industrial landscape, where you dodge tractor trailers and beeping lift trucks to survive, (as in my case), it is much more practical to have been born a Warrior.

But me…not so much. My talent lies in skulking…knowing what is going on when, where, how, without the outside world even knowing they are under surveillance…like a silent ninja, observing, yet never engaging their target. The unsympathetic may categorize me as a stalker but that is a short sell because…I am also obsessive…especially once I decide you are on my team.

Take Cat Mandu, who bewitched me, by taking me under her motherly wing, then isolating me from the rest of the household, somehow feeding my paranoia about the world in which we lived, encouraging my fear of going outside…meanwhile, Cat Mandu depended on me to alert Momma every time she didn’t return from her nightly stroll on time. True story…Worrier that I was, only time I would come upstairs and meow at Momma was when Cat Mandu needed to be let back in. Otherwise I was the Phantom of the Opera Basement Cat.

Things didn’t work out so well for Little Cat Mandu…the Pink Cloud to Paradise ferried her to Heaven  and I had to regroup…I needed a replacement on my team…Momma always fed me, talked in a soft voice to me, combed me…when I let her…she’d do. And she did…do.  I even got in to both her and wonderful Wonder Boy grooming me…I started to relax and be the kitty cat God made me to be.  Now I had two Two Footed and myself to worry about and keep in my good graces.

I tell you, I don’t know when this happened…To me Diva Calico Gen (not a fighter but Street Smart) and Bad Boy Andy were Warriors…no need to worry about them…but our sweet Puppy Dog Senorita Jakita who is always gentle with me…she didn’t realize it but  somewhere along the way, she melted my  reserve and I started caring about her well-being, worrying if she was not fed on time or left a minute too long in the back yard…in the dark….

So I run back and forth to alert Momma….get with it…already (sometimes Momma’s lights are on…but she’s not home).  Lucky for me (and Jakita), Momma is quick on catching the rebounds I send her.

Some pass through this world without even knowing their purpose but not me….Worrying is what I do best….and when you’re on my team, NO WORRIES… I got you covered!

 

 

You remember me…the Store Bought Kitty that the Pretty Woman gifted me with my Forever and Ever Home….As well as being pretty (I hate to brag, but like me, she is gorgeous), she has indulged my every whim and wish, from soft and crunchy food, treats, little round balls with jingle bells inside, cap nip,….you name what any cat desires and it is mine…all mine.

Just to put it out there, one thing I am not so crazy about are those trips to the Vet….though the Pretty Woman says it is all good for my long-term survival rate (what’s that, again?)…still there are all those other pets that come and go, bark, whine, slobber and hiss…It rattles me, even if I am snug in my little carrier where no one can touch me…so says my educated, yet sensitive Pretty Woman.  With my overactive imagination I see and feel a clawed paw reaching in, pulling me through a little 1 inch by one inch wire mesh opening…But a girl has got to do, what a girl has to do, so I put up and shut up, drink the koolaid…so to speak.

Now the Pretty Woman reads a ton, investigates thoroughly and has decided, with her long work hours, it is in my best interests to have a companion.  Somehow, she stumbled on to that Hotdogcoolcats Blog and it has her all stirred up…she has come to a decision after careful consideration… the Pretty Woman wants my input .. between you and me, how much weight it will hold, once her mind is made up, is questionable.

Yes, after much research, the Pretty Woman has decided I need a puppy dog companion, young enough that I can take the dominate role, at least until he or she have their wits about them….and sometimes that could be never. The Pretty Woman explained to me dogs are not as easy to train as cats so that first year can be full of unwelcome surprises….sounds high maintenance to me.

If we got another cat, unrelated and possibly untethered, he/she might be like the Forest Freak (I hate that story) or Hissing Hush Hush Sweet Charlotte (Charlie) who has a rocky relationship with Bad Boy Andy…then there is the Diva Calico Gen always paw ready to slap you in the snout….Puppy Jakita is so peaceful and loving in comparison…unless you jump on a table or counter, then she’ll tackle you the minute your paws touch the floor….or she will tattle on you if you are misbehaving…otherwise it is like living with Mother Theresa, such a kind and gentle soul she is.

Well, hold the phones…let’s not do anything rash…let me give this some thought…I suppose if we could find a Puppy Jakita….it’s just that…you know….just that….

Me and you and you and me…No matter how they toss the dice, it had to be…The only one for me is you, and you for me….So happy together. (The Turtles)….

So let me sleep on it, Baby, Baby…..

Just to look at me, you probably think I look more like a Maple Leaf ‘If you can beat ‘em in the alleys, you can beat ‘em on the ice’ kind of Tom Cat. But no… I am a Pondering–Wondering–Einstein Cat….and trust me…I got the War Wounds to prove it…a slit ear, scars on my chest where fur no longer grows, a miss shaped paw, even a toe nail that seems to be permanently retracted….but if challenged to a duel, no testosterone driven Tom Cat can refuse and keep their pride intact…

you with me?

However, what you see is not what you get…I am more of a Cat Nerd than a Cat Terminator….and the older I get, the more I don’t do…like…Snow Days, Rain Days, the  Arctic Vortex Days of Winter, the Hot as Hades Days of Summer…give me the gentle Breezes of Spring and the Golden Autumn… that is when I come alive, breath deeply, live life to the fullest…or at least as well as a Pondering-Wondering–Einstein Cat can do.

That is why I have a complaint and it is a legitimate beef, effecting not only the Four Footed but the Two Footed who feed us, nurture us, ♥ us…You know the unwritten contract of sustaining life, passed down through the generations of Evolution leading to Revolution to finally Solution…It has given all Creation, optimistic little flowers that push up faithfully, tiny leaves that bud on trees, year after year, the Two and Four Footed…Everyone God… All of us fell into a dreadful cabin fever fugue because Spring got Tsunamied by a Massive Barrier of Ice and Snow, as if we are living and dying in the End Times of Game of Thrones.

So come on…snow in December, brings great cheer, snow in January, expected here, snow in February, you’re almost there, snow in March, you start to sneer…but snow in April, best say a prayer…got it…but don’t want it, okay????

Now Winter came and Winter went (at least according to the Gregorian Calendar dates) and way past the middle of April and what was that…..What was that???

Well, simply put, worse than A Nightmare on Elm Street…two inches of Snow, on two inches of Ice, on Snow topped by, you got it…a four inch layer of Ice.  I lost control (that retracted toe nail and miss shaped paw do nothing for balance) the minute I stepped out the door, sliding down the steps like I was on a Magic Carpet Ride…that does little for your dignity in the eyes of the other two cats, smirking behind clawed paws, as they watched from the window.  At least I tried.

But no, it is not only me.  Step 1) I saw Momma bring her winter boots out of storage, get locked and loaded, her against Mother Nature, a Salt Can to sprinkle kitty litter and salt as if she had holy water to disperse and dispense the ice, tiptoe up to the garage, walking cautiously like it was her first time on a snow board, expecting to wipe out any second…but somehow (I guess because she cheats…)… she has The Weather Channel on her iPhone and understood the risk) she made it to the garage.

Step 2) Now it was time to get the car down the unplowed drive to the unplowed streets…no, not happening….it worked for maybe six feet….and then the tires, gathering snow and hard ice as they proceeded, just spun, like the wheels of the bus that go round and round.  Seems like Momma was going nowhere till the snow and ice melt, if it melts.    I mean all winter long…the car did not get stuck …. a month in to spring …are we doomed… in for the long haul…It is getting mighty serious when even churches cancel services…are you listening, Sweet Jesus?  That is no way to tend the flocks….

Momma  hears the Talking Heads say… it is hotter because of Global Warming… it is colder…it is wetter…it is drier….because of Global Warming… but me… the Pondering-Wondering–Einstein, …

We’ve taken no oaths…but as if in Game of Thrones….We are the Watchers on the Wall, as our climate changes unfold before us….

Now I am not so bright-eyed and bushy-tailed come morning…and it is not because I have a drinking problem or an addiction to sleeping pills or mood stabilizers or whatever those Two Footed take to make them function …. offset by caffeine laden black as tar coffee to jump-start them every morning.

 

But Momma, bless her God–Fearing–Child–Rearing Soul, does none of those things…..she does not even drink coffee so I can’t get away with anything ….Well, almost anything….…. like taking a nip out of Diva Calico Gen when she jumps off the kitchen table or putting Bad Boy Andy in his place if he is sucking up all  the oxygen in the air by caterwauling and complaining about how long it is taking him to get fed.

But just like in the Good Book, (Isaiah to be specific),  Momma saw with own two cataract cleared eyes that ‘the wolf and the lamb will live together; the leopard will lie down with the baby goat; the calf and the yearling will be safe with the lion’ because arch enemies made Peace On Earth.

Every morning…same routine.  Diva Calico Gen and Hush Hush Sweet Charlotte (Charlie) follow Momma to the kitchen.  They want to be fed NOW.  Yeah, yeah, yeah, there is still food at their station BUT they want fresh, soft, just out of the fridge vittles.

Then the  Bad Boy Andy rouses himself, complaining all the way to the kitchen, that another day has dawned.  He meanders close to Charlie and gives her that Bad Boy stare and the hissing begins, followed by Charlie’s paw striking within a millimetre of Andy’s nose….which precipitates Andy’s paw to strike back….same old…same old.

Not this morning….the approach…the same… but instead of hissing and paw swiping, Bad Boy Andy and Hush Hush Sweet Charlotte exchanged sniff kisses… As Momma says…you live long enough, you’ll see everything.……then moved away from each other to their own feeding stations, to chow down in peace.

I know the reason why because I am a Four Footed Dog Shrink….you see Bad Boy Andy was in a stellar mood because he slept on Wonder Boy’s chest all…night…long…. For the past few years Charlie has slept every night with Momma….which meant….Andy was shunned like the English by the Amish…while Gen….well, has privileges (kinda like an American Express Membership Card Holder)….. anywhere she throws her hat is her home.

Now, I am hoping, as of today, it is all about New Beginnings, Give Peace A Chance and Happily Ever After…..but you know Bad Boy Andy and Hush Hush Sweet Charlotte…can we even make two days in a row…ya think?

No worries… I am keeping a log…like a Scientific Experiment, conducted under Controlled Conditions, I will record over a set Time Frame, approved by the Board (that would be only Diva Calico Gen and myself, since Andy and Charlie have skin in the game) and duly Tabled and Reported. 

So place your bets and cross your fingers…will ‘the cat and the yearling be safe with the lion’….I know what I would lay my life on…NOT.

 

I am the Diva Calico Gen, prone to seek out and claim all things that Sparkle and Glow…like a big old cantankerous crow….without the feathers.  No, I am Divinely Calico, sleek and soft and sometimes….just sometimes, more trouble than I am worth.

Please understand, what is off-limits for others, never applies to me…at least in my mind…the way that I see it.  If God made me in such a way that in one leap, I could be on a kitchen table or cupboard, surely He meant for me to do just that…even if it brings out the tattle tale in Jakita, who believes she was put on earth to being Law and Order to all Four Footed creatures.  One sure thing…if I go fishing in the basket for a treasure, like say a push-pin, a ribbon, a no longer in use penny and knock it to the floor, Jakita will pursue it with passion. Game On….till she looses…because I have more finesse and speed and staying power.

I ♥♥♥ Jakita….but when it comes time to share WonderBoy’s affection…not so much….It is each beast, on its own mission and the winner takes all.

If Jakita wedges herself by WonderBoy’s side to sleep, I claim his pillow, purring annoyingly loud, look at me, listen to me….anything she can do, I can do better….much better.  After all I come from the rough and tumble, born in the Great Outdoors, with no Two Footed Assistant.  Even though I scoff about Jakita’s Pedigree Blue Blood lines, (according to her) I acknowledge that the Two Footed assisted in her birthing process in order to sell her for big green back bucks.  Sadly, though I was a freebie,  Jakita, through no fault of her own is part of Evil Capitalism….but I try not to let that diminish my love for her.

In  my heart, I am a Pacifist and am curious and welcoming of all felines in my midst….I’ll even seek out the tattered strays….because I like to live on the edge and….realize, truth be told….that could have been me…if Momma had not scooped me up, along with Bad Boy Andy and Beau-Regard, out of a Life of Noise and Confusion, Hunger and Adventure at the Tier One Automotive Plant.

Still I can never deny my feline DNA, even though at three and a half weeks I lost my Cat Mama and gained a Two Footed Momma who never could teach me how to stalk my prey, sleep all day, prowl all night.

I am not quite sure Hush Hush Sweet Charlotte (Charlie) is really a cat (except she has the hissing down to a science), because she has no interest in hunting, scavenging or even stepping a foot outside….no, Charlie is inside all the way, in a Cocoon of Bliss created by Momma.

Why would Charlie ever leave a safe haven for the unknown???  Is it possible….maybe Charlie is wiser than me…even?  Yeah, but…. who wants to do a Risk Assessment for each and every dreary step (obviously come under the influence at the Tier One Automotive Stamping Plant) me…I’d rather do an Action  Plan ….(If my toes are held to the fire…long enough).

Cuz…Just like Frankie Baby…I do It My Way….