This week has turned out to be the week of cats. I finally got my review of Homer’s Odyssey by Gwen Cooper written and posted, then realized I’d forgotten the video clip I had wanted to tack on it. A couple days ago, Maggie introduced me to an adorable website that also has an app for facebook (I spend entirely TOO much time on facebook lately) called FooPets, offering virtual cats and dogs (really kittens and puppies, perpetually) that you can feed, water, play with and even dress up and enter into fashion shows, as well as become a virtual breeder. Now I have a virtual pet of my kitty-baby-son who passed away about 8 years ago, as well as a virtual one of our kitty-boy Dabu. And then, to put the hairball frosting on the tuna cake, an adorable creamy orange tabby kitten followed us home from the grocery store and decided we were his people… no matter how much I screamed NO MORE CATS!
So, first up… the forgotten Homer video
Some people don’t want to read animal books for fear the beloved pet will meet an unhappy end. These people were no doubt scarred by books like Where the Red Fern Grows, Old Yeller, and The Yearling as children, and have vowed to never read a depressing pet book again. For those people, as well as those curious to see and hear Gwen and Homer… like me… I had planned on putting the following video clip at the end of the review, as is my normal thing. But being a bit out of practice, I totally forgot. Better late than never
Able to leap tall bookcases! Catches flies mid-buzz! Yet the feline hero of HOMER’S ODYSSEY is blind, and this is his inspirational love story that completely changed the life of author Gwen Cooper.
Oh, and a new one I hadn’t seen before… Gwen reading a passage from the book while Homer really gets into the gift of catnip
When Maggie came home the other day announcing she had just adopted a new kitten, I immediately boomed an emphatic NO! She quickly chimed in that it wasn’t a real cat, but a virtual one found on a website her friend had shown her while they surfed on the computer farm at the library. We sat down at my computer and she showed FooPets. You’re greeted at once by the soft, furry face with big, hopeful eyes waiting to be loved and fed.
You can interact with your pet, feed and give him water, pet and play with him. You can also take him shopping and buy him clothing and enter him in fashion shows. And you can make him a her if you so prefer. Maggie’s pet is a grey tabby named Laya (her own real-life cat is a grey tabby named Leia, but she couldn’t spell it ) This one is my FooKitten named Rambo. Here he is dressed and ready for a fashion show.
Honestly, only a virtual cat would allow someone to dress him that way…
And all of that led up to the short-lived stance against taking in any new pets. I mean, honestly… we already have 2 cats and a dog and 3 children. Isn’t that enough animals? I had told the girls months ago that as the pets died off, I would NOT be replacing them. I’m tired of buying pet food and cleaning up the after effects of the pet food. Tired of rewashing clothing because a cat enjoyed the comfort of the full laundry basket. Tired of hairballs on book covers and seat cushions… do you know how much work you have to do to get cat vom out of upholstery?
Then Thursday night, as Mags and I walked home from the grocery store, we happened to cross paths with a creamy-orange tabby cat. Being the ever-loving animal lovers, we put down our bags and gave him a few appreciative strokes and some warm, cooing words, then set off for home. Maggie updated me every few houses that the kitten (about 4 months old) was still following us, had crossed two streets and was continuing to follow us, and then all evening she informed me that he was still on our front porch. To which I immediately resounded “NO, we’re NOT keeping him!”
When bedtime came, I kept having to yell at them to go to sleep everytime I heard the front door creak open. Sometime around 11:30, Maggie whined that she couldn’t sleep because the poor kitty was crying (I never heard him) and it was cold outside. Genuine tears of concern ran down her tired cheeks. I told her to put on a CD and turn the volume up. The cat was NOT staying.
By 3:30 in the morning, when I was couldn’t sleep because I knew that poor baby kitty was cold and hungry, I went to the door and opened it to see if he was still there. He was lying on the table on the porch, curled up tightly to keep warm, and didn’t even offer to slip in through the door crack. It was as if he was saying it was enough to just dwell on our porch… to expect a place inside was too much to hope for.
I picked him up and carried him in and cuddled in my bed with him. I’m worse than the kids. LOL… I have no spine. My will power was no match to this:
We’ve already named him Kyon-Kyon after the Fruits Basket character, Kyo. He’s very loving and friendly, hisses a little at the dog and at Leia, but oddly enough gets on well with Dabu, who’s also a male… go figure. And there just seems to be this gratitude that rolls off of him whenever you pet him, like he’s thankful to have a warm home and a family that loves him. He’s a Thanksgiving kitty
Happy Thanksgiving to everyone!