"You've got to pay attention to a cat's body language. That's how they communicate with you" says "Cat Listener" Jackson Galaxy of "My Cat from Hell" on Animal Planet. We discovered the man and the show on Fox & Friends this morning and became a fan watching a full episode earlier this evening. Before we'd come to know Little Kitteh (above), the cat who came to dinner last fall, we would have scoffed at the idea that Sissy, Mother of All Cats, could not tame any savage breast that came her way. We'd never had a "problem cat" in our life till LK. The Chelsea Grays, born in our attic, had been under our tutelage from Day One, but Little Kitteh arrived with unchecked baggage.
Little Kitteh chirped through the screened kitchen window this afta when the love of Tiny's life, Earl Gray, came for a "sip" of the catnip plant out on the terrace table. Will LK be the new light of his life to comfort him in his loss? He does seem to miss our angel baby's scent when he comes to call.
It seemed from the photos that Earl was giving Little K. a verbal exam. He looked quite skeptical. Will she win him over? She may have to resort to poetry.
One of my favorite Kate Greenaway poems from childhood:
The Cats Have Come To Tea
WHAT did she see–oh, what did she see,
As she stood leaning against the tree?
Why all the Cats had come to tea.
What a fine turn out–from round about,
All the houses had let them out,
And here they were with scamper and shout.
"Mew–mew–mew!" was all they could say,
And, "We hope we find you well to-day."
Oh, what should she do–oh, what should she do?
What a lot of milk they would get through;
For here they were with "Mew–mew–mew!"
She didn't know–oh, she didn't know,
If bread and butter they'd like or no;
They might want little mice, oh! oh! oh!
Dear me–oh, dear me,
All the cats had come to tea.
Posted by: Laura Lee Donoho | May 24, 2011 at 08:26 AM
Earl Grey is a very handsome fellow and a gal could do worse, doncha know! I love LK but miss our Tiny angel girl!
Buddy and Rusty send their love to LK with best wishes on his new, cushy home. They too can appreciate how nice it is to be cosseted and pampered all the time!
Posted by: Gayle Miller | May 24, 2011 at 09:28 AM
Sis, you're claiming you can tame the savage breast, instead of the more common savage beast. That's a tough one to pull off.
I enjoyed your cat piece. And the photos! Where would I be, where would I be, if I couldn't come by and read about those cats? It's good fun for us!
Posted by: nicholas | May 24, 2011 at 11:32 PM
Love the poem, Laura Lee!
Gayle: We'll always miss our angel baby, but Little Kitteh -- she's a girl! -- is doing her darnedest to comfort us.
nicholas: Thanks for your kind thoughts. As for savage "breast," better ask William Congreve. :)
Posted by: Sissy Willis | May 25, 2011 at 10:18 AM