My friend Kathleen and I write a blog in our cats' voices. It is like role-playing, D and D, only we are olderish professional women pretending to be our cats. I have friends who understand this. Friends who like cats too. Sayeed Rahman. Yale. Brilliant Graduate Student. Very serious young man (and a catch, too, for some young woman smart enough to grab him), loves cats. Not sure that he would blog as a cat, but he does indeed appreciate the creatures. He feeds strays. He is such a decent guy. I miss him. So many friends we do not see so much anymore. This is why Kathleen and I started the cat blog. She is moving. She got a job at St. Lawrence University. Not too far away, only 3 hours. We'll visit, and talk, and all that. But still. She and I are used to hanging out every day. Girlfriends, old-fashioned friends. We dreamed up the blog one day when her cat was visiting and we were talking about her moving. We hope we'll keep up a bit of very serious daily silliness this way. ÂÂ
To all my friends, this White Stripes song, "We are going to be friends"
fall is here, hear the yell
back to school, ring the bell
brand new shoes, walking blues
climb the fence, book and pens
i can tell that we are gonna be friends
walk with me, suzy lee
through the park, by the tree
we will rest upon the ground
and look at all the bugs we've found
then safely walk to school
without a sound
well here we are, no one else
we walked to school all by ourselves
there's dirt on our uniforms
from chasing all the ants and worms
we clean up and now it's time to learn
numbers, letters, learn to spell
nouns, and books, and show and tell
at playtime we will throw the ball
back to class, through the hall
teacher marks our height against the wall
and we don't notice any time pass
we don't notice anything
we sit side by side in every class
teacher thinks that i sound funny
but she likes the way you sing
tonight i'll dream while i'm in bed
when sill thoughts go through my head
about the bugs and alphabet
and when i wake tomorrow i'll bet
that you and i will walk together again
cause i can tell that we
are going to be friends
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Thanks for pointing me here. I don't think I ever saw a link on the main page to this blog.
You are far sillier than I would have imagined. But that's good. Even though you're a college professor, you must be more GenX than Boomer.
I can relate to role playing ... D&D back in teh day, and now the MOC is almost like that sometimes.
I have three cats. Strange as it seems, I think I have some online correspondents (whom I've actually met F2F) who might like the idea of blogging as their cat.
It's so sad when friends move away. In seven years we've had one couple, two families, and one individual kindred soul move away. Argh. We love them all but Springfield being what it is, people want to get away from here.
I'm gonna forward you a message from Ron Sakolsky, who happens to be one of our friends who moved away.
hakim
Kitty blogs? How Marvelous!
However, I'm wondering if you could capture such sophisticated sentiments as felines tend to entertain in human language. Looking forward to it! And keep in mind:
"Dogs have masters. Cats have staff." Rita Mae Brown.
Wasn't the Prophet fond of cats? Isn't there an old story about someone who was going to pray & rather than disturb a sleeping cat he just cut the sleeve off his robe?
hakim
I don't believe that was a cat- I believe it was a human. There is a Chinese euphemism for homosexuality- the "love of the cut sleeve". As I recall it, a high official had a courtier with whom he was deeply in love. His lover had taken a nap on his sleeve when the official was called away on business. Rather than disturb his honey, he cut his sleeve, and slipped out to attend to the matter. Cute, huh?
Your cat blog is ri-frickin-donkulous.
I want to speak from a cat's perspective too!
Should you know a pet who would like to comment, please show that creature the keyboard! Lalla CC and Mr. Pud appreciate the comments of all non-human creatures. One friend promises that his dead lizard from his teen years will comment, but you know how hard it is to get the dead to speak.
Lalla CC's favorite posts are the RVD/Sabu post on the front page, this one about Skouskie, and this one about trying to trick Mr. Pud (the one Sabu was most impressed with). Although "Stupid American Animals" is good, too. Mr. Pud, I am sure, has his favorites, but I am not sure that Lalla CC would acknowledge them. As is her right.
There are two cats who may mix it up a little.
One is named Double Cat Double Cat Double Cat Triple Cat (2C3C). He was a viscious careless fly by the seat of his pants writing checks his body can't cash cat.
The other is named Airplane. Airplane is imaginary. 2C3C did exist though he was not mine.
There is a dog who may show up named Ozzy. A lethargic black lab who was fed Carvel icecream and was addicted to air conditioning.
Poor Ozzy. No longer with us.
b
Oh, they would love that. I just brought home a feral kitten, so Lalla CC will no doubt have lots to say and really appreciate some friends. Anyone know a good kitty drug I could give to calm this creature down? I just keep petting it a little at a time and talking softly. It is living in one of my sweater drawers and will not come out. It is not interested in catnip. I need kitty xanax and quick! I have named the little dark brown creature Molé to go with Lalla's given name Cous Cous. I do not know yet if we have a Lalla or a Sidi, God willing soon.
"Wasn't the Prophet fond of cats? Isn't there an old story about someone who was going to pray & rather than disturb a sleeping cat he just cut the sleeve off his robe?"
Yes! There is a story about the Prophet(SAW) And it was he who was about to pray and there was a cat on his clothe. He cut away the cloth so as not to disturb the cat ans then went and said his prayer.
Another story about a dog. During the battle for Mekkah, when the 10000 muslims were marching on their way, the Rasool(SAW) came upon a bitch(a female dog) which had just given birth to puppies. He ordered one of the men to stand guard over the dog and make sure that nobody harmed it deliberately or by mistake and move only after the last of the troops had passed. Something to remember for anyone, next time they feel like kicking a dog just because it is not allowed in the house.