To The Birthday Boy

Today number three son has a birthday.

I believe Steve was some sort of mystic in another life and he is like a human barometer about human emotions.

Recently a dear friend of his was deeply disturbed about her missing adult son and during that time, Steve became very ill.

Harry kept vigil at his bedroom window.


Prior to Steve's illness, a red- winged blackbird had been arriving at the house each morning and battered his poor beak endlessly on the window. During the three days Steve was sick, the bird sat silently on the fence and occasionally sang his strange song.

The missing man was found dead and when he learned the news Steve abruptly recovered and his full strength returned.

The blackbird is still visiting daily but he seldom throws himself at the window.

Happiness to the birthday boy and peace to the lost soul who is to be buried today.

Sunday Report

Steve the wonder boy/man is sick with a cold. I considered making him some chicken broth despite the intense heat and humidity, but my maternal sacrifice mode didn’t kick in. He requested hot chocolate for lunch. That was enough sacrifice for one day.


Despite his feeble state, he managed to convert me from inveterate list maker with to-dos listed on scraps of paper to writing everything neatly into the planner that accompanies me everywhere. It lacks that teetering- on- the- tightrope thrill of searching for critical information written on the back of a gum wrapper but I’ll cope.

The cats are settling in nicely and are now eating. They certainly haven’t lost an ounce, I can tell you that. Picking up the Red Point is like hauling around a bag of cement.

They like to be combed and this is a surprise. My last two cats would have willingly been sacrificed to lions before submitting to the comb.

The new cats are now officially named and there is no going back:
This one is Maximilian but will answer to Max.


This one is Harry Bellafonte and answers to Harry. I wanted the name of the most gorgeous brown skinned man I could recall from my younger days and Harry’s face flashed before my eyes.


So how was your day?

I'm A new Mom-Sort Of..

Yesterday I went to the Humane society and formally adopted two Himalayan cats. They are in need of combing but they are beauties. Here they are in the adoption room.

this one is temporarily named keshara.




The Sealpoint lurking under a chair is temporarily named Banjari. They'll let me know if they like the names.


Once I got them home, they raced for the basement to locate good hiding spaces and occasionally popped upstairs to get a nice neck scratch before heading back to their hidey holes.

Last night I woke up to find one sitting on my pillow and I seemed to be chewing tail fur. That tells me they're still with us.

I'm so anxious to cuddle them and tell them about their new home but you know cats--they decided where and when.

Tonight I'm trying the old trick I used on my other cats whenever I moved them to a new house--I'm buttering their paws.