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By education and experience - Accountant with a specialty in taxation. Formerly a CPA (license has lapsed). Masters degree in law of taxation from University of Denver. Now retired. Part time work during baseball season as receptionist & switchboard operator for the Colorado Rockies. This gig feeds my soul in ways I have trouble articulating. One daughter, and four grandchildren. I share the house with two cats; a big goof of a cat called Grinch (named as a joke for his easy going "whatever" disposition); and Lady, a shelter adoptee with a regal bearing and sweet little soprano voice. I would be very bereft if it ever becomes necessary to keep house without a cat.
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Please note your calendars
Today is "Pay Attention to your Big Brown Cat" day. None of my calendars make mention of this significant event, so Grinch needed to point out that the day had arrived.
The activities involving proper recognition began on the eve of the big day, when the big brown cat who lives at our house joined us in bed about 9:30 pm.
The proper attitude of recognition of the big day is best achieved by sleeping with a big brown cat curled up between the two pillows on an ordinary double bed, where the big brown cat is available to purr when stroked, and lends the warmth of his considerable big brown body to the persons who will later be celebrating. This exercise builds enthusiasm and energy for the morning's important tasks.
After everyone had arisen, festivities began in earnest as the big brown cat joined the persons as they dressed. Variously known as "whisker man", "meow-meow man", "the big guy", and "the attention sponge", the big brown cat purred in earnest, flexed his big white paws, allowed Woodstock to stroke his tummy, and generally got in the way as his persons looked for their clothes and dressed.
Later they all followed him downstairs to the dishes of food and water in the laundry room, and made sure enough was on hand for sustenance.
As Woodstock read the morning paper, the big brown cat joined her on her lap, purred again and flexed his big white paws. Rustling paper is NOT an appropriate background noise for the activities of "Pay Attention to your Big Brown Cat" day, so the big brown cat had to deliver a few dirty looks, and eventually reach up to shred the comic section. After that short interruption, festivities continued with more purring, more flexing, and more soaking up of attention.
At the moment the participants are taking a well deserved break. The big brown cat is asleep on a folded blanket on the couch, placed there at his express wish.
Clearly, Mr W and I are not the only ones missing Roseanne. Grinch often stops to examine the places in the house where blankets had been piled up for cats to sleep on. Since Roseanne made use of these areas most often, I had a very hard time seeing them without her little grey self. So I've washed all the blankets and put them away, moved some furniture around so that my eye does not fall on a familiar spot without a familiar presence asleep there. This morning he just seemed to need a continuing flow of attention and affection for a couple of hours.
Poor baby - I'm in the same boat he is, but I understand what's missing and why. He's in the dark and his only comfort is to demand attention. Good thing it's Saturday and we could deliver!
The activities involving proper recognition began on the eve of the big day, when the big brown cat who lives at our house joined us in bed about 9:30 pm.
The proper attitude of recognition of the big day is best achieved by sleeping with a big brown cat curled up between the two pillows on an ordinary double bed, where the big brown cat is available to purr when stroked, and lends the warmth of his considerable big brown body to the persons who will later be celebrating. This exercise builds enthusiasm and energy for the morning's important tasks.
After everyone had arisen, festivities began in earnest as the big brown cat joined the persons as they dressed. Variously known as "whisker man", "meow-meow man", "the big guy", and "the attention sponge", the big brown cat purred in earnest, flexed his big white paws, allowed Woodstock to stroke his tummy, and generally got in the way as his persons looked for their clothes and dressed.
Later they all followed him downstairs to the dishes of food and water in the laundry room, and made sure enough was on hand for sustenance.
As Woodstock read the morning paper, the big brown cat joined her on her lap, purred again and flexed his big white paws. Rustling paper is NOT an appropriate background noise for the activities of "Pay Attention to your Big Brown Cat" day, so the big brown cat had to deliver a few dirty looks, and eventually reach up to shred the comic section. After that short interruption, festivities continued with more purring, more flexing, and more soaking up of attention.
At the moment the participants are taking a well deserved break. The big brown cat is asleep on a folded blanket on the couch, placed there at his express wish.
Clearly, Mr W and I are not the only ones missing Roseanne. Grinch often stops to examine the places in the house where blankets had been piled up for cats to sleep on. Since Roseanne made use of these areas most often, I had a very hard time seeing them without her little grey self. So I've washed all the blankets and put them away, moved some furniture around so that my eye does not fall on a familiar spot without a familiar presence asleep there. This morning he just seemed to need a continuing flow of attention and affection for a couple of hours.
Poor baby - I'm in the same boat he is, but I understand what's missing and why. He's in the dark and his only comfort is to demand attention. Good thing it's Saturday and we could deliver!
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