Cats give back too. Jean Claude and KoKo provide so much love. Apparently the folks at the fabulous Mashable blog think so too.
Category Archives: Inspirational
Pets add so much to our lives. My friend Dwayne, recently lost his beloved dog “Shaby.” I was moved by his Facebook remembrance to his furry friend and got his permission to post it to this blog. Here’s Dwayne’s moving tribute to “Shaby.”
“Many of you have asked about ” Shaby” over the past few years. My family, friends and colleagues have all known him for the past 18 years. He was always present making someone laugh or smile. Last night, the little champ slept away to Heaven. Six rewards, pet amber alerts, 20 or more lost and found ads, a private detective and lawyers to get him back from his various adventures into the neighborhoods in Atlanta, NYC, NJ and Houston, he always found his way back to the Ashley Family. Like most of us, Shaby was curious about the world and wanted to see it–so he explored. Mom, thanks for taking great care of him for the past 4 years, and years before when I came for visits and he ended staying for months to years. And to all my friends who took care him when I had to travel over the years ( Cisco, Kurt, Leon, Gerald, Phillip, Martha and Andy). We will miss you little fella and “don’t embarrass me by begging for food when people are eating in Heaven”
I recently took up yoga on a regular basis. Jean Claude, our black Bombay cat struck a partial head stand today to show solidarity. Namaste.
Monday, I decided to do some gardening while Jean Claude, the black Bombay cat and Koko, the domestic shorthair cat, roamed the backyard. I left the garage door open. Mistake. While Koko and Jean Claude are fascinated by nature they like the dark and hidden places that still exist behind boxes and other items stored in the garage. After a romp in the yard they go there. This time they went inside and they wouldn’t come out. I decided to do some raking which I did for several minutes, returned to the now closed (and locked) garage. The cats still chose to remain hidden and unreachable, despite the fact that food, treats, water and warmth were awaiting them in the house. So I let them stay there for awhile, in the darkness while I read, did some work and watched a little television. After a long whle I went back to the garage where the animals were eager to come inside to the warmth, food and treats awaiting them. Jean Claude and Koko understood their survival meant playtime in the darkness had to end. Unfortunately many politicians in Washington feel that their hatred of certain policies and certain people who don’t think or look like they do is justification to turn off the lights for the whole world. The government shutdown has ended and the debt ceiling lifted but some members of the GOP want to stay inside the garage. Maybe they should take a lesson from Jean Claude and Koko.
It was a lovely cool day Saturday so I decided why not just open the window to my bedroom. I usually keep it closed as Jean Claude and Koko have pushed out the screen trying to reach the birds that congregate on the air conditioner unit that hangs from the window in the room adjacent to the bedroom. But Saturday, I said why not open it for a time. Mistake. As I sat reading the newspaper in the television room JC entered with a little present: a bird, still alive. Apparently he or Koko had pushed out the bottom the bedroom window screen and the bird either flew in or was yanked in by one of the cats. I was of course horrified and screamed, startling JC who released his grip on the creature who then began to fly around the room. Frightened I shut the door leaving the bird inside and went to run an errand, forgetting JC was still in the room. I assumed the poor bird met his fate. To my surprise two hours later, I opened the door and the bird began to fly around the room. I then opened a window, pushed JC out of the room but was not fast enough for Koko who entered and captured the bird, again. I was screamed and Koko released the bird . So I put Koko out and closed the door and put some crackers on the ledge. An hour later I opened the door. No bird. Koko and Jean Claude remained downstairs in the living room. I think the bird, with the help of the crumbs, figured out how to get out the open window and went on to other things.