A WRITER PLACE

This is the place were I use to write. A typical writer place. Writers and artists love cats, and prefer them to dogs, which is a well known fact. Here are only a few examples of celebrities who found that out too :

"I love cats, because I love my home and they become by and by the soul of it." (Jean Cocteau)

"Even the smallest cat is a masterpiece ....." Leonardo da Vinci

"There are two things in your life to avoid worries, music and cats "(Albert Schweitzer)

"A cat is a heart in a fur coat" (Brigitte Bardot)

Dictators don't like cats because they cannot train and educate them and they would never do anything when he wants or because he wants it. So they do it with dogs and humans. Or have you ever heard that people like Hitler, Pinochet, Pol Pot etc had cats ? Now that doesn't mean of course that all dog owners are serial killers ! We had a dog too.

My place also looks like a Manager's, general Manager's or President's office and why ? There is a bed in ! But my office is not for having fun with my (male of course) secretaries but for my cats. Even though it's not quite true because Pookie serves me as secretary and she sleeps in my bed.

It is very handy to have a bed in the office, only in my case it is not. There is no room in my bed ! As you can see the place is taken. So I have to sit on my chair and wait until the nap is over.

To make my bed I have to use a ruse, I call them in the kitchen for treats, and while they are eating I can make my bed, or I have to wait until they need to go out for business, in the hope they have this need at the same time. Then I hurry up and quickly do it, because a few minutes later the bed is full again.

It is very hard to be owned by a cat !

And this is a statement dictated by a cat :

"Humans have three primary functions: to feed us, to play with us, give attention to us, and clean the litter box. It is important to maintain your dignity when you are around humans so that they will not forget who is the master of the house. Humans need to know basic rules. They can be taught if you start early and are consistent. You will then have a smooth-running household. "

ARTHUR MISSING !

CATS ON TUESDAY

This was the last picture of Arthur while he was waiting with us for the taxi which should take us to the airport. And for 4 days I really thought this picture were the last one of him !

When we arrived at 7 pm at home, we were greated by a loud miaowing Lisa who tried by all means that we fall over her with our suitcases. Pookie sat like the last judgment on the top of the staircase and looked down at us with reproachful eyes. When we finally had something to eat, there she forgot that we dared to go away and came as usual for a check up of our plates. The only one missing was Arthur. But this was nothing special, Arthur has so many things to do, that sometimes he doesn't show up for a day.

Next day Friday even Kim with her poor little brain had finally recognized us, because she had run away thinking we were strangers. After shopping and starting to empty the suitcases, Arthur was still missing. Pookie helped us as good as she could, but we started to worry more and more about Arthur. Of course we called him all around the house but nothing. No white tail in view.

On Saturday finally Mr. Gattino, near a nervous brakedown, drove around all streets in the area and shouted "Arthuuuuur" out of the window. I am sure all deaf people heard him but no Arthur not even a human one who could pretend he had the same name.

The night was awful, each time when one of us woke up he shouted "Arthur" out of the window. In the morning still nothing. I made a paper with Arthur's picture on and our address and telephone n° and Mr. Gattino rang all door bells near and far, gave the paper and asked for Arthur. And there we learned a lot about him ! Not only EVERYBODY in our street knew him but also in other streets and quite far away ! They all were in admiration for Arthur, such a friendly and social cat even the dogs didn't say anything and apparently he also was friend of all children ! A young woman told Mr. Gattino that her 5 year old daughter invites regularly Arthur to play with her as if he were a child. Apparently she feeds him and they nap together ! Now I understand that Arthur doesn't eat very much and in spite of that is so heavy ! Everybody was feeling with us and promised to call as soon as they would see a white furry spot. There are a lot of cats in the area but Arthur is the only one who is completely white.

And then the phone rang, a lady told me that she had seen Arthur playing in a field which was quite far away from us at least 2 km. Mr. Gattino jumped in his car and drove there like Michael Schumacher, but no white cat in the field. He called and called and finally people gathered around him and .... everybody knew Arthur ! Or he had digged helpfully with them in their garden, or helped cleaning the car by walking over it or visiting the basements or sleeping in some cartons in a garage. He almost killed a man by causing him a heart attack, when the man had opened his car door Arthur had jumped out and ran away through his legs.

A neighbor told me that she often couldn't make her bed because Arthur had slept in it (good excuse) etc. etc. But still no Arthur. Mr. Gattino returned with a broken heart.

At 4 pm finally I decided to drive over to this field and call him in the hope he would maybe listen to my (sweet) voice. I opened the garage door and who stood there tail up and saying "miaow" in his awful soprano voice, Mr. Arthur ! I picked him up and almost strangled him because I were so happy ! Mr. Gattino who had drown his grief in some glasses of vine slept and I put the struggeling Arthur on his belly. Was he happy !

Arthur were treated by all ugly names we could find in all languages we know, but then got minced meat (his favourite) and whipped cream and then retired under my desk on my feet and there he is ever since.

Could you ever be furious about a cat with such poses ?


The united cats except old Lisa, she apparently doesn't like to join the "youngsters"

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HAPPY NEW YEAR

GATTINA AND HER CATS KIM, POOKIE, LISA, ARTHUR

ON HOLIDAYS !

IMPORTANT !!! CATS ON TUESDAY WILL BE HOSTED BY

CAYLYNN

Pookie is ready !



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I hope that your cats won't do this !

ARTHUR THE CROONER

CATS ON TUESDAY

Our cat Arthur is quite a special case. He is a very social cat especially for humans. He also likes his girls, but some male cats he doesn't like at all. Therefore he sometimes comes home like Sylvester Stallone in "Rocky". If you look closer on some pictures, you will see the traces of his last battle. But normally he is a peace and love cat. He also is a little clumsy. The other day he was sleeping on the dining table and suddenly we heard a big bumm, Arthur had fallen off the table in his sleep. But that is normal for Arthur. When he sleeps he sleeps. There also is not a day where he doesn't hit something which of course falls down and is sometimes broken.

Arthur always has a surprised look on his face and makes big wondering eyes. For that, people in our street love him.

He especially likes when the weather is nice and a lot of people are outside. Then he would make his tour and say hello to everybody. When I chat with a neighbour, you can be sure that Arthur sits besides me or between us and listens full of attention to the conversation. Sometimes, he lies down on his back to be petted.

If somebody is working in his garden, Arthur is immediately there to help. He is a specialist in digging and makes no difference between weeds and plants. He is a very helpful cat.

Sometimes when a little hole is made to put a plant in, he is very thankful because the person had prepared a toilet for him and with grace he would immediately take place on it and do his business. Sometimes he is a little astonished, when his victim is not so happy about that. But Arthur doesn't care, he is a happy cat.

In his former life he must have been a mechanic for cars. As soon as there is a nice and suitable (for him) car in the street, he would lie under it and work. Or sleep. But then when he comes home we don't have a white cat anymore but one decorated with black oily spots and stripes, who also doesn't smell like a rose. Then, we have to carry him into the bathroom and put a wild struggeling Arthur in the bath. For that we have to be dressed up like astronauts, and not forget the gloves we normally use in the garden to cut off roses.

He also loves to nap on cars, especially when the engine cover is still warm. Or maybe he also does break danses on it, because it's full of paw prints which doesn't enjoy very much the car owner.

His motto is : sit in the middle of the street and look cute. Yes Arthur is a crooner.

Here he poses for a Christmas picture

If you don't find Arthur for a whole day you can be sure that he had found a very special place to nap. Here in the desk and he frightened me to death, when suddenly he jumped out.

Arthur would never sleep in a normal place like decent cats would do, no, he always finds a special place and a strange pose !

He also likes slippers, maybe because of the smell, but he loves to keep them safe.

and then when he is very tired, he just falls down on any suitable bed.

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