A nice story in my favorite on-line magazine....
Slate
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A nice story in my favorite on-line magazine....
Slate
Thats a really nice story.
What a WONDERFUL story! I read every word of it too and loved it! Mother has her place in the world and is happy with where she is, if only all humans could find that!
Now,if only I could train the Found Cats to be Hunters,I could hire them out.
If only we could train Our Dad to go back to work,we could have better Cat Food.
Both sides of the Found Cat Hotel Debate.
Lovely article, and I'd forgotten about Slate. And it was a favorite of mine at one time, too!
Thanks!
What a nice story! That sweet cat is lucky to have found a home where she is appreciated more.
What a great story!!
I would never call my cat "Mother" though!! What would the neighbours think when I say "I'm gonna feed Mother in the barn" :D http://users.pandora.be/bernardgabri..._on_ground.gif
What a wonderful story, Sara. Mother certainly fill a position in that barn - and has her paws wrapped around the owner too. :)
What a nice and well-written story :) Mother is amazing- a very self-contained cat :)
What did Eddie and Edwina say when you read the story to them?
Great story and it looks like he got the perfect cat for the job - a tortie with tude. ;)
This just reinforces my belief- the only person that doesn't like cats is one that doesn't 'know' cats. :D
Interesting story. It brought back a memory from when I was a child - which is more than a few years ago. My father grew up on a farm and personified the old adage, "you can take a boy out of the farm but you can't take the farm out of the boy." His mother (my grandmother) was coming to visit and he was extremely upset - almost terrified - that she would see the family cat in the house - a farm animal in the house! He demanded that she had to stay outside while my grandmother visited. But that wasn't exactly what occurred. She liked to be out in the evening usually just catloafed on the front porch watching the world go by and we'd go out and sit for a while with her then bring her in and keep her captive in one of our bedrooms. She was used to picking who she wanted to sleep with but this arrangement was OK with her with a stranger in the house. She usually didn't spend much time outside unless she was napping in a tree. She's prop herself out on a limb and snooze all day. She was born in our house in 1959 and died there in 1980 at the age of 21. I still miss her.
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;) Yes a very nice story && I have to state "Mother you go girl".. Thank you for sharing..
Exactly. I admit, I haven't always liked cats. I grew up with dogs, and it wasn't until my husband wanted a cat that I fell in love with my Belle, and cats in general. That was an incredible story about Mother, thanks for posting!Quote:
Originally Posted by Cataholic
Randy K...what a nice story.... I think many of us had grandmothers like that! By the way....what was the cat's name?