Tyrone, you are the greatest contortionist I've ever met.
I can watch you change positions in your feline sleep for hours. Your
slim, trim, muscular body stretched across the bouncy pink sofa pulls in
like a tight ball one minute, only to slowly unfold legs across your soft
tummy the next. This produces the most unusual positions.
Just a quiet "swoosh" of a whisper from my lips will make your ears perk
up at attention, resulting in your incredible hearing waking up all your
Those large, bright, glowing green eyes can easily mesmerize anyone who
dares to stare into them. The slightest movement across your field of vision
will cause a speedy swat from your sharp, needle-like claws.
You are a cunning hunter, almost always capturing your prey -- sometimes
for food, but mostly for play now that you've been spoiled by fancy cat food
Heaven help any other cat who invades your territory. I watch you speed
out the back door in the early morning, sniffing around to make sure only
the resident squirrels, birds, raccoons, and deer have been around.
So much of your day is spent using your specialized tongue to keep your
soft, lustrous coat clean and shiny.
There is a gentle, loving part to you also. A gentle rubbing of your head
and ears will calm you down and produce a low, constant purring sound. Then
you will become my loving companion.
But true to your cat nature, it will always be you, not I, who will
decide when it is time to move on.
Tyrone Is No More By Charlene Wexler
My eyes disbelieved when I looked at the time The clock on the dresser
registered half past nine Someone has told it Tyrone is no more.
No claws scratching, no high-pitch meowing The house is silent this
dreary morning Someone has told it Tyrone is no more.
Pecking at seeds I've dropped on the patio floor The little birds are
swaggering up to my door Someone has told them Tyrone is no more.
The squirrels are swinging here and there without a care The orange
cat is frolicking in the snow, no reason for him to go Someone has told
them Tyrone is no more.
No, water bowl to change, no litter box to clean My kitchen today is
very pristine Someone has told it Tyrone is no more.
I sat on the sofa with no fear That my clothing would be covered with
fur from there to here Someone has told it Tyrone is no more.
I opened the door as wide as can be, for today no cat will sneak out on
me So the chipmunks and mice were dancing with glee Someone has told
them Tyrone is no more.
I reached out my hand to caress my cat It stayed there outreached with
no one to pat My eyes filled with tears, and my heart tore Because
Tyrone is no more.
Footnotes: Charlene Wexler's book 'Milk
and Oranges' is published by Amazon it's only $4.59.
As if to confirm Will and Guy's assertion that some cats enjoy the water
we have discovered that a cat in China has overcome its fear of water to
become the newest and most well known member of its local winter swimming
The black cat apparently has no name but has become a celebrity among the
200 members of the 'Changjiang River Winter Swimming Club' in Chongqing. We
have learned that it swims at least fifty metres every day in the cold, wide
and, judging from the photo, rather murky river.
Club member, Sang Changjiang, commented that the cat had been swimming
now with the club for four months, even though it's only six months old.
It's talent for swimming was discovered one afternoon when a club member
accidentally knocked the cat into the river when diving into the water from
'We knew the cat was terrified of water and thought it might
drown in the swirling river; but it swam furiously to get close to the boat
and was rescued,' commented Sang.
From then on, club members always took the cat swimming with them, and
after only ten days it could swim by itself without assistance.
'Each afternoon around 4 o'clock, we would take it to swim and it has
become part of its daily life,' added Sang. After its daily dip, the wet cat
licks itself dry then falls asleep on a sofa on the boat, owned by a club
member, which is its home.
The Sun newspaper reports the story of a cat named Aslan who fell asleep under a car bonnet in the East Anglian town of Ipswich in the UK. The car's
owner and driver, a Mr Rob Hillier, then drove the car
some 260 miles to visit his relatives in Maesteg, Mid Glamorgan, Wales.
The next day Aslan's
cries [surely 'miaows'
says Will] were heard and he was found unhurt and returned home. I imagine he travelled
more comfortably this time.