Thursday, July 22, 2010

My Wonderful Cat Family


by Jillian Hart

There's cats--I love, love, love my cats--and then there's catty. I was told that someone who fits that description stopped by to blog last month. I sincerely apologize for Lydia Monk even though I shouldn't have to. I tend to take on other people's problems quite a bit. You know, feel responsible, feel guilty, feel like I have to make things right. Lydia has issues of the delusional sort. Though I am mostly annoyed by her behavior when it comes to the slow growing relationship between me and ex-cop turned security expert and P.I. Tom Stewart, deep down I feel sorry for her.

My three cats, however--Chablis, Merlot and Syrah--have no sympathy for her. They delight in rubbing on her skinny jeans or whatever tight anything she's wearing so they can leave plenty of cat hair. Lydia hates that and they know it. Some days I wish I were as bold as those three, but I tend to keep my thoughts to myself. My grandmother back in Texas would turn over in her grave if I were the least bit impolite.

Perhaps I can change the subject and introduce you via this blog to my darlings. Merlot is a Maine coon cat--big, red and my Ninja warrior should it come to that. He is the size of a dog, after all. A few bad guys have pushed him to the limit and he has rescued me from harm. Chablis is my love bug, a seal point Himalayan who will settle in any lap given the chance. That is, if you don't have dandruff. See, she's allergic to human dander--just like some folks are allergic to cat dander. Yup, it goes both ways. She's not the brightest bulb in the pack but she is a nurturer. Everybody needs one of those in their life. Then there's Mr. Brainic Cat, Syrah. He can open doors, sense danger and is quick to come to my rescue when I'm threatened. He is a sorrel Abyssinian, one of the oldest breeds of cats and originally from Egypt--where cats were worshiped as god and goddesses.

That's my family--all Katrina rescues. If you want to visit with them, they play important roles in murder investigations that touch my life. But if you're looking for talking cats, they aren't for you. They just do regular, brilliant, amazing cat things.

16 comments:

  1. What cuties! And I don't blame the kitties for their animosity toward Lydia. :) My animals have a talent for leaving dark colored fur on my light colored pants and light colored fur on my dark pants. :) Never the other way around!

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  2. They're just love rubs and I'm glad they are showing Lydia who really is boss and for her to stop trying to mess around with Jillian's boyfriend.

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  3. Hi Jillian,

    I love the descriptions of your cats. I've recently become a cat person myself and have a gorgeous little tuxedo named Kitka. She's quite the lap cat too. Unfortunately, turns out I'm allergic! Thanks for explaining Lydia... she was interesting... I'll give her that! Looking forward to reading the newest book soon!

    Julie

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  4. There's nothing quite like hugging a warm, silky, purring cat. And when you hear a strange noise, you can always check with the cat. If she's not worried, you may not have to be. But if she's on the alert, it's a good idea to pay attention.

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  5. Hi Jillian,

    Thanks for introducing us to your cats. They sound wonderful. My cat Bingo was a rescue too. After my grandma was murdered I took him in before my cold-hearted uncle could have him put to sleep.

    Skye

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  6. My business partner, Miss Marple, was a rescue cat, too. I can't bear to think what might have happened to her if I hadn't walked into the shelter that cold day in December.

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  7. We can all relate to the love of a wonderful pet. And I couldn't solve all these murders without the help of my fur friends. Cats are plain smart!

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  8. Ouote: "They just do regular, brilliant, amazing cat things."

    Yes, they do! Love your cats, Jillian.

    Paige

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  9. Jillian, you have great cats!

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  10. Hi Leann, I try to post on this blog every day.
    Unfortunately, you know I am not a cat person.
    So I did not read the above post, but I wanted to post something.
    So Hi Leann and god luck with your latest book.

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  11. Thanks Annette. Not every pet is for everyone, but I am so glad you came by. And thanks to everyone else, too. If Lydia quits following me around, I might be able to share more about the blossoming ro ... oops. No can say! She's everywhere!

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  12. Cats are endlessly fascinating, inscrutable and sometimes a little eccentric. I can't imagine life without them and I'm so glad I learned about your wonderful cats! One of my recent rescues, Shadow, had to be shaved in a "lion cut." Horrors!! There was no other to get the mats out of his fur. I think he looks adorable, but wonder if he will ever forgive me.

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  13. I'm a cat person at heart, but allergies (my son) keep them out of the house. I get my fix at the local shelter--and let me tell you what a test of willpower it is not to bring one or two or a dozen cutie kitties home. Luckily, I can read about them all I want!

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  14. A guy I met--during a murder investigation, as a matter of fact--gave me a kitten a while back. Sherbet is my first pet every ... gotta say, even doing normal ordinary cat things, he keeps me busy, entertained, and wondering how I ever lived without him. :)

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  15. Jillian---Aren't those Abyssinians fascinating? I had one many years ago. Used to jump from the kitchen floor to the top of the door in one smooth movement. As if on a whim. One minute on the floor. the next, on top of the door, meowing down at you. Talked as much as my Siamese, too.

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