I noticed the people I hang out with don’t have much fur. To make up for this, I am generous with my fur. I make sure they have fur on their clothes. I share my fur with them when I jump up on their laps for chin and tummy rubs. I roll around and distribute my fur over a wide area on their clothes. It’s important to make sure they look their best, don’t you think?
Georgie Girl
P. Booher, secretary
Filed under Georgie Girl Reports
For cats, particularly younger cats hanging out with people, keep these points in mind:
Georgie Girl
P. Booher, secretary
Filed under Georgie Girl Reports
Hi! I’m Georgie Girl. One of the people I hang out with wanted to call me “Georgina” but I quickly indicated my name is Georgie Girl. “Georgina” is dignified. Who wants to be dignified when you can have fun?! I’m a playgirl! I live for fun, fun, fun!!
I know the picture above doesn’t show me in a “fun” mode. I said to my secretary that I need a better picture, to give readers a more accurate representation, because I don’t always sleep. People could get the wrong idea. She asked if I wanted one which shows me redecorating the bookcase, or climbing the wall. I said I wasn’t climbing the wall, I was exploring it. But then I decided that might give readers an even more inaccurate idea about me. So I said to leave the picture there.
Speaking of fun (my favorite thing to talk about): it is so much FUN to swat an object off a shelf and watch it fall to the floor. You get to hear the thud it makes when it falls. That is so cool!! One of the people I hang with kept a cup filled with pens, pencils and markers on a shelf near the computer. It was so much fun to swat the cup. The cup hit the floor and the pens, pencils and markers scattered everywhere. Some of them rolled on the floor. That was even more fun because I could swat them again. I gave the people a chance for exercise because they got to pick up the pens, pencils and markers. Lately, though, I haven’t seen the cup around. I wonder why?
Georgie Girl
P. Booher, secretary
Filed under Country Cats, Georgie Girl Reports, Humor
Chapter XXVII
Abby
P. Booher, secretary
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This is the last issue of “The Abby Chronicles” I am posting.
Abby, our wonderful Companion Cat and the inspiration for “The Abby Chronicles” died. She had major problems and was going downhill. As I posted at “The Younger Human and I Fight!” she resisted vigorously as I gave her medicine or food through a syringe. She turned her head every which way. She batted the syringe out of my hand. Both of us got stressed out.
After consultation with the vet, I made the appointment no pet owner wants to make.
My heart feels as though it is breaking into a thousand pieces. Those who’ve let an animal into their hearts will understand; those who say, “Oh, come on! You’re being a bit too dramatic! It’s just a cat!” have never known the joy, fun, and yes, pain, of sharing their lives with a cat.
Abby brought so much joy and laughter into our lives, as when she chased her tail (rarely, catching it); when she pounced and swatted at her toy as one of us held it; when she used the litterbox and then came running out so fast you nearly got knocked over, as though she had to get away from the stinky thing that came out of her.
Abby gave our house an air of dignity, with the way she carried herself, fluffy tail held high.
Most of all, Abby was a great Companion Cat. Three weeks ago my mother had a tooth removed. As soon as my mother got settled on the recliner, Abby jumped up on her lap. She spent her time there or perched on the arm of the recliner. She sensed my mother needed comfort, and she gave comfort the best she could.
Abby was a beautiful, wonderful cat, and I miss her so much.
I hope you have enjoyed reading Abby’s views on living with humans.
©P. Booher
Filed under The Abby Chronicles
Chapter XXVI
One day I heard a lot of strange noises coming from the kitchen. Being a cat, I needed to investigate. I mean, that’s part of being a cat! I HAD to know!
So I strolled into the kitchen. A big brown box sat near my food and water dishes. The humans walked back and forth from the refrigerator to the big brown box, taking food out of the refrigerator and placing in the big brown box. I had to be careful they didn’t step on my nice fluffy tail or my paws. That would hurt—a lot! Meow!
The older human said the big brown box was an ice chest. She said they were taking care of the refrigerator. They were preparing to “defrost the refrigerator”. It was something they needed to do every now and then, she explained.
The humans frequently opened the little door above the main refrigerator. They did the strangest thing—they put pans in the top of the refrigerator, waited awhile, took the pans out, put water in them, and then put them back in. I watched the process awhile, then decided there was so much activity I better go back to the living room.
I was glad to know the humans were “defrosting the refrigerator”—whatever that means—once my food is opened it’s kept in the refrigerator, so it’s nice to know they are taking care of the refrigerator!
Abby
P. Booher, secretary
Filed under Humor, The Abby Chronicles
Chapter XXV
The younger human and I have been fighting lately. You see, she gives me some sort of liquid in a little narrow tube she calls a “syringe”. At least, she tries to give me the liquid. I emphasize the word “tries” because I have claws, a few teeth, and am nimble and quick at moving my head. The younger human has no claws, teeth that don’t bite fur, and she is not really nimble and quick.
She says the liquid is for my own good, that it’s a medicine to help relieve pain. It tastes terrible. How can something that tastes terrible be for my own good??? Explain that, will you! I bet she never had to take any of that medicine!!!
Abby
P. Booher, secretary
Filed under Humor, The Abby Chronicles
Chapter XXIV
I told my secretary I wanted to post a piece today in celebration of International Cat Day. Yes, I know this is getting published late. However, I cannot fire my secretary because she also buys my food! Talk about job security!
Anyway, as a cat I enjoy certain creature comforts. In the interest of getting this posted while it is still August 8 (at least where I live), I will only write about two.
Abby
P. Booher, secretary
Filed under Humor, The Abby Chronicles
Chapter XXIII
The younger human moves around on the bed before she gets up. She calls this exercising. I exercise when I chase my tail or play with my toys. The younger human doesn’t have a tail to chase, or toys to play with—poor human!—so she exercises instead.
When I first saw her doing this I thought something was wrong. But she does this almost every morning, so nothing is wrong.
She starts by raising one back leg to her chest several times, then the other back leg. She raises her back legs up straight in the air, one leg at a time, several times. She moves her back paws in circles, then to-and-fro, like I do when I’m swishing my tail. Some days she moves her front legs up-and-down, up-and-down in the air. I laugh inside so she doesn’t know I’m laughing, but some days it’s hard not to meow-laugh out loud. It’s so entertaining!
©P. Booher
Filed under The Abby Chronicles
Chapter XXII
I wrote here how much I liked playing with my toy that had a stuffed bird on one end. The human held the wand on the other end, and either dragged it along or bounced it. It was a lot of fun pouncing on it.
Well, that toy fell apart and I couldn’t play with it any more. So, I made do by chasing my tail on those odd moments when I wanted to burn off energy. I have a long, fluffy tail, and of course it’s always attached, so I know I won’t lose it. Sometimes I did manage to actually catch my tail, though it didn’t stay caught for long. Sometimes I almost made myself dizzy, too! Then I sat down as dignified as I could be, though it’s hard to be dignified when the humans were laughing so hard.
Yesterday the younger human went away for awhile. When she came home she gave me a new toy! It’s the same kind as the old one. I smelled it; it was definitely new; no other cat had been around it. The human dragged it along on the floor; I chased it and smacked it with my paw, just to let the toy know who’s boss. I am happy to have another toy; I don’t have to rely on my tail anymore!
Abby
P. Booher, secretary
Filed under Humor, The Abby Chronicles
I used to work as a cashier at a grocery store. Since I was at the front-end and couldn’t walk too far away from the cash registers, I had a front-row view of the tabloids on the magazine racks alongside the register stands.
From my time gazing at the cover headlines in between ringing up people’s orders, I concluded I’m glad I’m not a celebrity! There’s benefits to being a regular person.
Think of it—I can come and go as I want—no paparazzi shadowing my every move, waiting to snap my picture at an inconvenient time; no one comments on how much weight I’ve gained or lost; no one says about how much weight Abby the cat gained or lost; no one says it’s a scandal that I don’t wash my car more, or that I don’t banish the dandelions from my front yard. No one cares about my income; no one speculates about “what is she going to do now?”. Nobody says I’m strange because I look up in the sky after hearing a strange bird’s call. (Well, someone might, but I wouldn’t hear the person).
I’m glad I’m a regular person! 🙂
©P. Booher
Filed under Humor
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