Snowmen Cats

The weather outside is frightful, but to make a cat snow creature is delightful...

Do you have a cat snowman picture you'd like to share? Click HERE to email it to the Edgycats and Sylvia. We will feature it on the blog at a later date. Don't forget to include your name, the photo caption and, of course, your cat's name. Love, Syl

Cat and Deer Love to Cuddle

An Edgycat friend, Bruce Bartleson, wrote in with these cute cat and deer photos. Take a look!

Deer visits cat in yard every morning! 

A cat at Harrisburg has a special friend that visits every morning. 

The owner finally took pics! Those we love don't have to be exactly like us.

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Edgycat Friends, stop by BadGirlChats.com for coffee and donuts with Sylvia.

Thanks,
The Staff

Looking for a sign

Looking for signs

 Sally would only drink water that was moving. Where was the sport in water captured in a bowl? Where was the magic? When Sally could no longer leap to the top of the clavfoot tub and land gracefully inside, that was a sign. How many signs are necessary?

Another sign

Sally loved to sit out on the deck in a certain pale green lounge chair. When she could no longer leap up effortlessly, that was a sign

 And when Jana and  I watched Television

She would come into the room and vacillate between us. who would she choose… my sister or myself and for how long? My sister never had a cat, but she did sorta like Sally, and she did like being chosen. I would occasionally hear her say:” So how’s it goin’ sal?” At the end, Sally stopped keeping us company.   

And finally…

 When her back legs didn’t work at all and all the fun was gone, the vet came to the back porch and put her to sleep and Tom and Olivia were there to say goodbye and we buried her in the back yard with Izzy, and Buddy and Eric under 3 beautiful stones and a cast iron cat and very soon Olivia will plant ghost ferns there to keep my white cat company.

I am early for my appointment

I was early for my appointment to discuss illustrating a book on Hot Dogs... Vienna Hot dogs...Vienna hot dogs at a picnic. I was an illustrator before I became a cartoonist.  I loved drawing hot dogs in buns, not much call for it then or now, so I was pleased to be offered this opportunity.

 I was sitting all alone in a huge room, two stories high with a winding staircase.  I had been buzzed in and told to wait. I was calmly looking around feeling relieved as I always did when I actually found the address that I was looking for with a modicum of angst and was safely seated. It was obviously someone’s private apartment, someone who was highly successful in Public Relations, someone who could afford a two-story place on Cedar Street in Chicago.

I heard a clanking noise behind me and I turned my head slightly to look at the stairway and I saw a cat. A cat that had two front legs and two wheels where her back legs should have been. She was coming downstairs.  She had no trouble making her way. She moved with aplomb.  Her owner followed her explaining that her cat had had an accident. But she didn’t go into the details. 

Probably she had talked about the accident many times. It’s not like a child. People might hesitate to ask: how did your child come to lose her legs and how did you arrive at the decision to use wheels? The cat on wheels was another sign that I was in the home of a highly successful woman who had no financial need ask herself can I afford to  amputate my cats back legs and replace them with wheels ? Or “ is my cat’s quality of life diminished by her locomotion? Is her life full of fun, spiritually rich”?

Sally has four legs, but she gets around on them awkwardly. I look at her. She purrs. She studies the height of everything before she jumps…and then she makes it look easy. Except when she misses, but don’t we all miss once in a while?