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Thursday, September 24, 2009

Ace of Spades









So many cats, so little time. Let me start by introducing Harriet Potter, a sweet, fairly feral cat that came into our lives as a kitten about 4 years ago. We were wondering what name would be appropriate for her; "Blackie" or "Midnight" was too obvious. Then we noticed she had an affinity for potted plants; no, she didn't chew on them or dig in the pots. No, she just liked laying in the pots, in the cool soil. Ergo, her name. If you watch an animal long enough, they will "tell" you their name, through their personality. So it was with "Potter". She also goes by "Potsie", or just "Pots", if you will. She doesn't come indoors; she is a cat of the great outdoors, except when she's hanging out in dad's garage. She seems to favor dad, and her black as midnight self is now the self-appointed queen of the garage. She will occassionally hang out on our back porch, but prefers to do her own thing in the pastures. She is her own cat. Dark and mysterious as the night, she keeps her secrets to herself. We love her, though, and respect her place in our "deck of felines".




Enjoy these picture of Potter: then, as a kitten in a pot, and now, as a black beauty.

5 comments:

Edith Ann said...

Beautiful cat. But you do know that people do not own cats, cats own people, right?

Sugar Magnolia said...

Oh, yes, Edith Ann. I am fully aware of who owns who, and I wouldn't want it any other way.

Edith Ann said...

I know that dogs are the perfect example of unconditional love, but I think cats demonstrate unconditional acceptance. If they'll hang around you, you can't be too bad, can you?

Cat people are special people. They are not as needy as us dog folks!

Pilot said...

This line was part of an e-mail I received today from my little brother:
"Until one has loved an animal, part of their soul remains unawakened."

I concur fully with that statement, and I base my opinion on having been over my 59-1/2 short years of living, chosen and adopted by many of God's four legged critters, and allowed to serve them and be their friends throughout their frustratingly short, but wonderful lives. As I write, I am down to a single feline pal, but as soon as I trade this beehive cube in for my next house, I know there will be word on the streets, that comfy confines await a lucky beagle, or catahoula puppy, and the cats that can peacefully co-exist with them......

The Loon said...

Ahhh, Mike, you could bring a couple animal carriers next time you're around **Adrift. I'll fix you up.