Sonny, the cute cuddly Kitten, is an orphan no more. He has been adopted. I liked Sonny, the one-time I met him while visiting CCL he was lively, playful and affectionate. The problem was Sonny seemed to terrorize Cher. CCL resolved the matter by taking Sonny to the Cat Cafe where of course he was an instant hit. Someone came to the cafe and decided Sonny should come live at their house. I hope they enjoy him as much as I did.
Sonny
Ever wonder why dogs and cats want you to leave the door open?
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This Is The Surprising Reason Your Pets Always Follow You Into the Bathroom.
Jean Claude inspects CCL’s new backyard security measures to keep him and Koko in the yard.
Koko and Jean Claude really enjoy their time outdoors at CCL’s new house. Unfortunately Koko really wants to explore the neighborhood and has found several escape routes. CCL has attempted to block the free spaces in her backyard with plastic containers and has installed a warning system (the orange plastic container at the top of the fence). No matter. Yesterday afternoon, Koko managed to escape to her nextdoor neighbors yard and quietly returned when she was ready.
(This Post ran in March of 2013 but not much has changed at CCL’s house – Great Escapes continue to happen daily)
(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.”
