Ernie the conqueror
July 15, 2009
So I’m hearing all kinds of growly noises downstairs, go down to investigate and find Ernie’s brand new catnip mouse on the floor. It was a kind gift from my friend Kat, who stopped in to meet Ernie and help him feel at home during his stay here. “He IS big,” she’d said.
Big enough, apparently, to disembowel Catnip the Mouse. He was lying sadly in a pile of catnip, looking more than a little worse for wear.
And there was Ernie, as close to grinning as I’ve ever seen a cat come.
As usual, not holding still long enough to be photographed...
The next catnip mouse had better be steel-plated.
Ernie the monstrocat
July 4, 2009
There is undoubtedly a period in my life where I was not owned by a cat. I just don’t remember it.
With Rajah’s death, however, I’m presently catless, and likely to remain that way for quite some time, for reasons I won’t go into. Well-meaning and much-appreciated friends ring up with news of kitties needing a home, and I patiently explain why this isn’t possible.
So when my new buddy Leslie asked if I had room for a cat, I started the “I’m sorry…” spiel but she interrupted: “I know, Kat told me. But this would only be for a month and we’re really in a bind.”
And so Ernie the monstrocat has moved in.