Bob’s Corner
Itty-bitty kitty
From our weekly issue dated June 09, 2010
I think I.V. News is purr-fect
A fellow newspaperman wrote recently about “brodie knobs“ on car steering wheels, and curb feelers, which prompted me to want to write about some of my memories.
However, I“ve written more than once about that topic. So I“ve decided to count on cats to provide some writin“ for your dancing and dining enjoyment. It“s kind of a catty thing to do, but many out there seem to enjoy the subject.
First, I need to explain, in case you haven“t read about it previously, that we now have five cats. The newest is a tiny (but growing) kitten we have named “Tasha Tiny-Dancer.“ It“s a suitable handle because she can dance on her hind legs right across the floor, our bed, my head, or anywhere else.
Unfortunately, despite her diminutive stature, she also came equipped with tiny sharp teeth and claws. Therefore, my hands and forearms have tiny marks from “playing“ with her. Or they result from her climbing up my legs, especially when I“m seated, as now, and trying to compose. It is a bit difficult to work when a kitten wants attention, and keeps trying to type or bite playfully. Yeah, playfully, despite the pain and my outbursts of anguish.
Plus, when her foster Dad, our own tiger-striped “Scrappy,“ gets into the act, it“s doubly difficult. “Scrappy,“ you see adopted her, and is doing a fine job. He likes to be near her at times, so the computer desk can get crowded.
He is teaching her to be a cat, and protects her, as well as plays with her. They both enjoy that, although she tends to squeal some. We“ve monitored this closely, and it“s obvious that he“s not hurting her. She just likes to squeak. Yep, “Scrappy Pappy“ is one heck of a good Dad.
About out of space this issue, so I“ll simply quit typing with my feline friends batting at my fingers. Time to put some antiseptic on my tiny claw and teeth wounds.
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