Sunday, August 8, 2010

Sunday Sleeper

Cats in Crisfield

"A home without a cat- and a well-fed, well-petted and properly revered cat- may be a perfect home, perhaps, but how can it prove title?" ~ Pudd'nhead Wilson

Skipper - age 4 - sleeping on the screened-in back porch.
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Yawn! I am taking the day off, using one of my old stand-bys - a cat. I was going to skip today but I know I have a lot of followers; for some people a day without a trip to Crisfield could prove disastrous, so I thought I would entertain you with a real Crisfield cat. 

As I have noted on an earlier "Skipper" post, I have it on good authority from a long standing pillar of the community whose people go way back that Skipper, whose relatives could go as far back as the first boats that arrived on the shores, makes us true "Crisfielders" simply because he is one of our children. We have four other cats, but they are are not from Crisfield, though one is suspect. 

Skipper was found alone at the age of three-weeks by a member of the humane society. He was offered to us because the humane society knew we had the skills to take care of such a young cat.  My, I think we overdid it. 


Anyway, if you live in a town where you were not born and you feel a little out-of-touch, get involved, volunteer, and get yourself a cat; a real "townie" cat whose ancestors kept the mice away from the grain of the first settler's first harvest. And how will you be able to tell such a cat when you see him?  Why, just ask him, of course!



Happy Sunday! 

3 comments:

Bagman and Butler said...

Yes, a nap sounds perfect. I do miss your "other" blog. Although I realize that keeping up with one blog is difficult enough - let alone two.

Patty said...

I hope to get to my other blog soon.

Beatrice P. Boyd said...

SKipper has sure found nice owners, but wait you never really "own" a cat.