1986 Spring -- 2006 November 20
      Having acquired three regular humans plus two occasional stand-by humans and a duplex home, life was beginning to look up ...
      Awaking at a normal cat hour of midnight and finding myself in a strange closet, I naturally cried out vigorously to let my humans know where I was and Rolly respected this ...
      As everyone knows, a great deal of life is simply licking oneself all over---and I mean all over ...
      Then there was the time I was up tree in the middle of the night and Rolly got up on a ladder to get me down. I was fine you understand. I could have climbed down any time I wanted to. But Rolly and Beth were worried, and so I had to indulge them ...
      Napping and prowling, prowling and napping: same old, same old ...
      Then I brought them this dead mouse and do you think they were appreciative ...
      Being a cat means that one has to take a lot of human irony: ``We live to serve you Tids.''---or how about ``Holy felonious felines, Batman, it's the Tidster''---well who else were they expecting? Of course, some things were nice: ``Tids is a fine, fine cat.'' ...
      Well into my middle years, I learnt how to sing. In the mornings at 5 or 6, I would sing my little morning song: Yeooowwwll, Yeoowll, YeeEEEOOOWWWWWLLLLL ...
      Hmm. Not bad. But I think my picture in the other math textbook brought out more of my je-ne-sais-quoi ...
      I thought I was going to make it when I jumped out of the second-floor window. Gram was sure surprised when she saw me sailing down ...
      Spring 2006 and 20 years old, the oldest cat in Port, and I look the same as ever, but I like help up onto the beds now ...
      In my later days, I just like to curl up on the laps of my humans and dream of green fields ...
            
            
            
            
            
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2006 November 20
This file was updated 2007oct07, Sunday---but perhaps not for the last time.