Cat History

I love cats! They may not be my very favorite animal–but the only pet I’ve ever had, and terribly sweet, so I’m going to tell you about ours. (My grandparents live in the country and have a looonnngg history that I would be more than happy to tell–but you wouldn’t be very happy, trust me.)

Our Cat History could start anywhere from 10 years ago or before then. We wanted a dog. We wanted a cat. We wanted a fish, and a pony, and a kangaroo, and a panda bear, and everything else–but no, my father said 8 children was enough animals for him.

But God, seeing our dire need and desperation, sent us a cat. Her name was Kitty–and she was purrfect. She stayed outside, the neighbor loved her, my dad could not object–as long as she wasn’t his cat, she could hang around.

cat sleeping on jacket

You could compare her to a dog/panda bear/pillow, or just the best cat ever. She was a full grown cat when she came, 10 years ago, and by now, she’s quite old, but still just as happy.

kitty in the kitchen

Yes, very happy. Her purr is as loud as the lawn mower outside, her meows (which became frequent in the next few years as she sat by the glass door begging to come in) were like music, and her whiskers never lifted to hiss at us, even when Jimmy tried to cut them off with scissors.

She was a bit tense when she first came, and as she grows older and stiffer, she is getting more cautious of children and vicious petting–but nothing like when she first came and fell off our deck railing. Yes, she fell off the deck railing as Billy opened the door, AND she fell 15 feet,  AND she landed on her back! Our cat is not a normal cat. And the way she runs from thunder–she can’t have 9 lives to spare. (She must have given them all to Haley.)

Kitty stayed long enough to be given a middle name, Longhair. That’s right, Kitty Longhair Jackson.

sleeping kitty

That’s her. Sleepy, frolicky, put-your-feet-to-sleep-at-night-y. She’s quite a heavy cat!

We went through a couple other cats or so, Phoebe, Teemo, and perhaps some I’m not remembering. They came and left. Phoebe was a kitten and only stayed one night after following us home–but she was dang cute! We all remember her. Teemo is still around the neighborhood, terrorizing other cats, but by no means is he our cat. *shudder* Think the opposite of Kitty–that’s him.

So last year, early spring, so just about a year ago, enter Moecat.

cat face

Moecat was originally named “Kitty’s twin” which changed to “Cat.” See, we already had a Kitty, now we had at Cat! But he was not really our cat. He was dead afraid of us. He came up on the deck to drink Kitty’s water, to hide in her basket, but anytime one of us was seen through the window, he was gone in a flash. The trick was milk. Raw milk with cream…. 🙂

cat looking in mirror, cute

When “Cat” stayed longer than we expected, some people began complaining that “Cat” was not a real name. He needed a better name. Someone came up with Bo. The people who liked “Cat” were vehemently voting for “Cat”, and the other half was vehemently voting for “Bo.” I believe I came up with the compromise. “Bo” was changed to “Moe” and “Moe” to “Moecat.” Moecat was just the perfect name, no one could argue.

Today, Moecat is the perfect picture of regeneration! Okay, he is not as clean as Kitty is, but oh my, he is sweet. As soon as he was okay with us being around, he was okay with us petting him, and even okay with climbing in our laps and digging his claws in to keep himself there. It is still hard to get him off your lap when he wants to stay on, it’s precious.

laying with cat

That’s him. He’s my little baby. By now he’s almost as cuddly as Kitty, (when he is in the right mood. He’s rather temperamental. We are both pretty tired in this picture–and warm. So we’re being nice to each other.) He still comes around, and when he earns a middle name one day, I plan on calling him Moecat Hobbes Jackson. His long body, his square head, his pouncy but sleepy tendencies, his long drawn out meows….it suits him.

Our next cat, Misty, stayed for a long time. She ran away from her home at our neighbor’s house–right before our neighbor moved–and she was a sad picture. She ate birdseed, hid in Kitty’s cat house, begged at our door just like the other cats….and when we started feeding her she was ours!

black cat

She was a very affectionate cat and quickly became bold around everyone. She seriously sounded like a crow or raven when she meowed, and if the neighbors hadn’t already named her….ooh, she would have had a cool name!

We thought we would keep her! She lived in our back yard for weeks. But right after we put this picture on Facebook and declared we had a new cat, someone dropped by and saw her. She took our cat! Took her away to an animal sanctuary with all those other cats, where our timid–but darling sweet–Misty had better be pet at least 4 hours a day! We were seeing her become such a teddy bear, it was sad to see her go where people have no many other teddy bears to hug instead…. It was a sad conclusion, but the sanctuary is a happy place. I’ve been there.

So far the only cats that have stayed more than a few months are long-haired brown tabbies. All the others come and go.

Until now!—-when I wonder if we have another cat….

mitzy

Eddie and Jonny call her Mittens, named after the cat from Bolt, but me, (I generally dislike general animal names) call her Mitzy.

This cat cracks me up every time she comes over. Not only does she look kind of funny, what with different color eyes, she makes the funniest noises! She isn’t very comfortable around us yet–and boy do you know it!! She sounds like a broken CD player! And though she doesn’t like us, she has no qualms about walking straight into the house to eat. She doesn’t enjoy petting–but for now she tolerates it. We hope one day to conform her to Kitty’s image and have her stay around forever.

mitzy2

From Yours Truly

Electric Bubbles

All photos (except the one of me) taken by myself! 

November 15th

The halfway point!

If you haven’t backed up your novel your need to today! At the NaNoStation they backup their novels every Monday, and that works too, just back it up.

And, at halfway, we’re supposed to have 25k. Do you? I have 33k, but i still have a problem, because each day I’m asking myself, “So, what am I going to write today?” I’m going to kill a character soon, but what after that resolves? I don’t know.

But having a cat in your lap helps. With two cats who love to be pet, it’s always easy to get one on your lap. I love cats. I made a post last June about NaNoWriMo cats. I won’t do that again, so forget it, but you can go back and look at it.

Aaannd that’s about it. You know blog posts have been really lame lately. I don’t know why you people follow my blog.

Okay, I have something to blog about. Today I read Romans 8. It’s an amazing chapter, and I think i’m going to memorize the whole thing, because it has so many applicable promises and statements. What can beat it?

There is therefore now, NO condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus. God has done what the law, weakened by the flesh, could not do. By sending his own Son in the likeness of sinful flesh and for sin, he condemned sin in the flesh in order that the righteous requirement of the law might be fulfilled in us, who walk not according to the flesh but according to the Spirit.  All who are led by the Spirit of God are sons of God. For you did not receive the spirit of slavery to fall back into fear but you have received the Spirit of adoption as sons, but whom we cry, “Abba! Father!” The Spirit helps us in our weakness, For we do not know what to pray for s we ought, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words. What shall we say to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us? He who did not spare his own son but gave him up for us all, how will he not also with him graciously give us all things? For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels, nor rulers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor anything else in creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord. Wow!

Enough said. November 15th with 33158 words and a heart of thanksgiving.

 

signed

-Electric Bubbles

Tips when typing

When typing:

1. Don’t erase what you’ve wrote. Italicize it and move on, it counts as words and you may use some of it later when rewriting.

2. Write alone when you can. Without someone looking over your shoulder, without the fear of crying in front of them during an emotional scene–it just works better.

3. Don’t have someone else read your work until NaNoWriMo is over. (Sorry Grace) This will make you more conscience of what you’re writing, but that can be very bad when you’re trying to get a word count. Especially when you are only italicizing your messed up scenes and such.

4. Use facial expressions when you type. Depending on how good your typing is, you can use a lot of facial expressions, as I tend to. I catch myself acting out whatever I’m writing, imagining the faces and actions going on. I’ll even close my eyes for a time and type what I’m feeling, as the character. It works! Just make sure you are typing in all out, and not acting it all out, or later you will read your draft and realize, you never put those actions in there.

5. De-hyphenate. Usually if you add a hyphen between words, the word count will count it as one word, use a space, win an extra word. Later you can edit for proper grammar.

6. Go ahead and let your characters stumble along spouting random words. You can edit later to make it more interesting, but for now, random words are your friends. You can always italicize sentences you don’t like.

And for things not related to your typing, subplots are there to make the story more interesting, and also longer. They add height and excitement, but don’t let them run off with you. Plan out your subplots, which ones you’re using, when you will play with them, and what time they will resolve.

If you are stuck, you didn’t write an outline, or maybe you did and you just can’t get to the next scene, there’s probably a multitude of characters in your book, and you’re probably emotional attached to many of them. Kill one that you are very attached to, or one that you aren’t too excited about so that you can mourn over how you didn’t love him better when he was alive. Plus, if you don’t like him yet, you probably never will. Writing is quite an adventure.

signed

-Electric Bubbles