Cat of the Month time again, and I do mean to make up for April!
All last month, I meant to come up with something to say about cat number four, Rhubarb. But I just couldn't think of anything, and the month slipped away and here we are in May already. Where does the time go? Where did my memory go?
Rhubarb, Ruby, sister of Ernie, was meant to be a boy cat. That’s what friend and neighbor Clem said when she gave us the pair of kittens, siblings also of Mitten and Brand X. I guess it isn’t easy to be sure with the little ones, because this wasn’t the last time that various kitten-givers would make the mistake. My Bandersnatch would have gone to a different home if only not mistaken for a boy.
She was almost all black, with just touches of white here and there. I was nine and then ten, and young cats in the yard were perfect playmates, perfect companions on the bed at night. Ruby was one of those cats you can do anything with. Carry them around. Give them haircuts. Dress them up.
Here's to having cats!
riding for the warming room . . . .
5 hours ago