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A Million Little Pieces Of My Mind

My Friends, The Cats

By: Paul S. Cilwa Viewed: 5/27/2024
Occurred: 6/24/2021
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Topics: #Coronavirus #Arizona #Cats
It's always nice to know one isn't alone.

Most days I've been here I've been more or less alone, as other family members work or are at school or gymnastics or whatever. However, I do have company, in the persons of three cats who live here. Two of them used to live with me so we aren't complete strangers. Let's meet them.

Cassie the Cat

This is Cassie, the oldest of the three. This photo is actually rather unusual, in that Cassie spends most of the day hidden. My grandson, Zach, got her when she was a kitten. At the same time, we had a sweet pit bull, Amber, who loved cats. So, when she saw Cassie, she ran up to greet her joyfully. Unfortunately, Amber was so huge and Cassie so tiny that the kitten was traumatized and has basically been hiding ever since. She will come out when Zach is visiting; and she did seem to get used to my presence, being willing to eat even though I was in the same room.

Milton is everyone's friend. He comes to greet visitors and loved Ella the Golden Retriever when she lived here. (Ella is actually in Maui now, currently with my husband, Keith.) One of my favorite memories is of Zach lowering Milton in a basket from the loft to the first floor, what Zach called a "Kitty elevator."

At one point, Milton, who always went outside, apparently climbed into our car engine. When my then-husband, Michael, started the car, he heard a screem from under the hood, and shut the engine off to investigate. Poor Milton had a broken leg. He came back from the vet with his right arm in a cast. Obviously he recovered; and despite the trauma has never altered his cheery disposition.

Two pictures but of the same cat: Fluffy. Fluffy used to have a twin, Snowflake, who also got into a car engine but wasn't as lucky as Milton. Fluffy (and Snowflake) were intended to belong the little grandkids, Gianna and Dominic, so Fluffy is still quite young. He is friendly and loves to be petted—so much so, that if you pet him for more than ten seconds, he grabs your arm with his claws. Unfortunately, at my age, my skin is very thin and that's enough to tear it. So, Fluffy gets no more than a head pat from me.

I love all animals. (I'm less fond of insects, more fond of mammals. Yes, I'm speciesist.) I do tend to be more of a dog person. But I do like cats, too, and these guys get credit for keeping me company.