Okay, this has nothing whatever to do with either Phyllis Diller (although she did have a cat) or wine (unless I had been drinking it, and I haven’t — although come to think of it, that’s not a bad idea). I have wondered for quite some time now, why my cat looks toward the ceiling and actually seems to be tracking something. Black Jack just jumped up on his perch by my computer — a pillow in a box on the bookcase — and suddenly looked up, watching intently for 30-40 seconds before snuggling down and closing his eyes. And it’s not just Black Jack. my previous cat, Minx, used to do the same thing. Minx would jump up on the bed, begin bathing and then suddenly look up as though something had caught her attention and stare unblinking for a minute or so before going back to her bath. The other cats… Read More »
Blackjack’s Very Bad Day
Okay, today’s news is supposed to be about Phyllis Diller. But it’s not. Yesterday morning I was flipping through the auction catalog again and thinking about what to write when I heard a heart-stopping cat scream! I raced outside and saw Smokey streaking toward the house and then over the wall from the neighbors, Blackjack’s head appeared. He seemed to be struggling, but managed to pull himself over the wall and make a run for the house. He looked very odd with his fur matted down, and as he ran, he left a trail of brown stuff behind him. I thought that he had literally had the cr*p scared out of him. When he got in the house, the poor little guy was so frightened he streaked through the kitchen, the dining room, into the living room, behind the furniture and finally down the hall to the bedroom where he jumped across… Read More »
