Continuing to write his ghost-story-in-progress late one night, alone in his room with the door closed and all being dead quiet, he became somewhat spooked by his own written content. Not that he was particularly good at penning potent ghost stories, but he nevertheless caught the creeps by the...
The following story was in The National Post ...
'If someone out there is looking for a clever cat that gets along with dogs but does not get along with closed doors, we have someone they really need to come and meet'
Sadaf Ahsan November 12, 2019 Last Updated November 13, 2019
Pawlice...
There are some guys who’ll understandably hesitate at speaking in public about their particular fondness for pet felines; for, to do so, unlike with expressing affection for a good sturdy canine friend, may be generally stereotyped as a man’s non-testosterone pet-animal inclination. And, yes...
Simon, the pure black cat, was never one for a camera—any camera—because, unlike with one of the two human hosts with whom he resides who owns a computer, there was no “mouse” involved with which Simon could manage things … Well, he sort of could manage things.
He could move that arrow on the...
Over the last four decades I've observed callous disregard, and sometimes even contempt, exhibited by individual people and the collective community toward these often-suffering sentient beings.
I grew up knowing a few cat-haters willing to procure sick satisfaction from torturing to death...
Simon the cat ’round the corner did hide,
though reflected in the mirror was he
and the human host could his black pet see
waiting for him to pass, then from his side
pranced upon his legs did Simon eyes wide;
thus the cat perceived the game as party,
though aware not he’d played the...
In jest, I told my black pet feline Simon that I saw so many pictures of him in the black-cats-only sections of a few cat-chat discussion-forum websites I visit. He in turn gave me an unmistakable sarcastic feline facial expression (or, at least, to me it appeared to be just such a look) which...
IT was at least dusk on a cloudy Friday night
and our precious, sweet, whiskered feline was quite missed,
not answering our calls, indeed nowhere in sight;
where could’ve she gone, we thought, that feline too free
when the bell she wore should’ve told us where she’d be.
As the clock tolled...
That Young, Black Cat—She Needed Something
If only I had something new,
she thought, something adventurous
to do, like when the fields grew tall,
fields from which wild fowl fed and flew;
she, feline feisty and precious,
needed something or to climb the wall.
She walked over to the...
Seattle dog takes solo trips to the park via city bus
Victoria Cavaliere
SEATTLE Tue Jan 13, 2015
SEATTLE (Reuters) Every dog has its day—at least on one Seattle bus route.
Story here -
http://www.reuters.com/article/2015/01/14/us-usa-dog-washington-idUSKBN0KN07Z20150114...
That Black Cat, She Invaded His Dreams
She laid by his bared feet
at the foot of his bed
though in his dream they’d meet
which they did in his head.
For this sleek black feline
she’d been in there before,
such she’d never decline
as that cat he’d adore.
A myth it couldn’t be...
For whatever it’s worth: The following two feline characters did exist by both name and order of belonging a few decades ago; and with the exception of “Jordan” and the dialogue itself, the events ‘telepathically related’ between them either did actually occur or in likelihood did occur.
Ceso...
Continuing to write his ghost-story-in-progress late one night, alone in his room with the door closed and all being dead quiet, he became somewhat spooked by his own written content. Not that he was particularly good at penning potent ghost stories, but he nevertheless caught the creeps by the...
Simon, the cat, was never one for a camera—any camera—because, unlike with one of the two human hosts with whom he resides who owns a computer, there was no “mouse” involved with which Simon could manage things ... Well, he sort of could manage things.
He could move that arrow on the computer’s...
That Cat, She Invades My Dreams
She lays by his large bare feet
at the foot of his large bed
though in his dream they will meet
—meet they will in his still head.
For she, mystic black feline,
has been in his dream before
and will not ever decline
to do this alleged ‘folklore’...
Whenever I observe stress in the facial expression of my mother, a typical senior, I also observe how that stress drains from her face and is replaced with joyful adoration when our pet feline enters the room: “Hi, sweetheart,” she’ll say. And I know that countless other seniors—not to mention...