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Koko, the celebrity cat and Jean Claude, the black Bombay,  are back at their primary residence at CCL’s in Washington, D.C.  Koko  enjoyed her stay at my house.  Several nights she left me a little surprise, a toy mouse,  which faced  me at the door to my bedroom.  Later she would  remove it to play with it during the day.    The mouse  looked very real but it didn’t frighten me ,as a gardener I’m not afraid of bugs etc.  In fact,  I found Koko’s intent  to amuse and please me genuine and touching.

Authenticity  and being “who you are” is  the latest personal elevation trend.   Life coaches and other success gurus  are constantly urging people to be their “authentic selves.”  Yes, “keeping it real ” is the so-called new path to personal and professional success.    Alas,  for some the notion of being geniune is beyond their grasp.  There are a lot of phonies who seek to  impress or manipulate.   Their fear of who they are has engulfed their souls. For them “keeping it real” is  about as real as the toy mouse Koko presented to me in the morning.

 

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Adios, June Buggie!

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Adios, June Buggie!

Azeena:

Hope that June Buggie returns soon.

Originally posted on Rumpydog:

June Buggie ran away from home. 

MEOW! I found someone new, and she's better than you! MEOW! I found someone new, and she’s better than you!

I found the note this morning. It took me awhile to decipher, because his penmanship sucks, but was eventually able to make out that after 17 years of putting up with my crap, he was over it and ready to move on. He tied a couple of cans of Fancy Feast inside of a kitchen towel, along with a catnip mouse, broke out a window on the front porch by knocking over my weed eater, then hit the road.

Rumpy is incredibly sad, but relieved that no longer will he be subjected to random smacks to the nose for no other reason than June Buggie KNEW he could get away with it.

A clipart representation of how I felt this morning when I realized I'd have to pay to get the window fixed (clipart from pixgood.com). A clip art representation of how I felt this morning when I realized I’d have to pay to get the window fixed (clip…

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Aquas De Marco (Waters of March)

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It has been a long winter in  Washington, D.C. .  This is  a town  where we used to get just a couple of snowstorms a year  but now we got snow and messy weather (for this region) on a regular basis.  It definitely put a cramp in Jean Claude and Koko’s activities as they like to go in CCL’s backyard and explore.   The winter season  had a pretty dramatic impact on me as well.  There were disappointments , some sadness, some hurt but now I find myself feeling happy  again with knowledge that many blessings are coming with  the spring.

One of my favorite songs by Antonio Jobim – Aquas De Marco-  literally says it all

 

By the way this month, starts the fifth anniversary of “Cats and All That”  go to our Facebook  page and say hi.

Cats A Twitter

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Diane Nine is an amazing publicist and owner of  Nine Speakers Inc.  (www.ninespeakers.com) an agency which represents some of the nation’s top entertainers and journalists.    In addition Diane is the owner of Daisy the cat  whose Twitter Handle is @DaisyCatNine.  Daisy has  more than 2, 500 followers.

Daisy, The Tweeting Cat

Daisy, The Tweeting Cat

 

Viola and The Chicken (A Tribute to My Grandma Me-Me)

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(Here’s a post from April 2010 about my Grandmother, Viola “Bush” Doggett

Truth, we didn’t call my father’s mother Grandma or Grandmama.  Her name was Viola but us grandkids called her” Me-Me” and her husband William H., “Pop”.   Me-Me was an amazing woman.  She was very tall and beautiful.  My daughter,  Catz aka CCL,  looks like her.  Me-Me raised my dad and his siblings with a tough hand in a predominately white neighborhood in Steubenville , Ohio, an interesting neighborhood choice for an African-American family in the 1920s.   You see, my great-grandfather  owned three houses in the neighborhood and gave one to his oldest son my grandfather,  “Pop. ”  Viola also desegregated a hotel in downtown Steubenville by staging a one-woman sit-in in the lobby at  the local hotel which had refused (up until the sit-in)  to let African-Americans enter through the front door.   Me-Me  could cook too. Thought about her today while making chicken which brings me to the story about her and a rather unique family pet.

Here’s the story:  my father (Bob) and his four siblings (Vivian, Janet, Delores and Harvey) and my Uncle John (Pop’s younger brother who was  the same age as my dad), well, ok you get the drift…lots of kids…and a pet chicken.  The chicken would prod and cluck and perform  about for the children.  However,  the chicken didn’t like Me-Me — to the point of  even hissing or whisping at her.   One day Me-Me went in the yard and the chicken pecked her  – and then —  it vanished.  To this day the chicken’s actual fate remains a mystery.   My aunt Vivian often  said  “I don’t know what happened to the pet chicken but I do know we had chicken stew for dinner the night it disappeared.”

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