Meow, there, it’s Harry, aka Handsome Harry, to share a harrowing experience my sister had recently. She is still too upset to talk about it. I wasn’t in the room when it happened, and Debbie questioned why it was Stripey and not I who came running when Hermione’s ear-splitting screams echoed from the coat rack. It wasn’t because I didn’t care that her paw was stuck in the grills of that place she often sits, but I was afraid that something awful was happening and stayed put in case there was danger. You may say that was cowardly of me, but cats are known for being a bit self centered. Luckily, Debbie took care of the situation with only a few scratches to show for it, and Stripey checked to make sure Hermione was safe.
Here are some pics of Hermione before the accident enjoying her favorite spot.
After the accident, Debbie covered the grills with blankets, and both Hermione and I investigated.
I hope that Hermione has learned her lesson, and I don’t think she will go back up there right away, but we cats tend to forget bad experiences because we are so curious. Paws crossed that we all stay safe and don’t get ourselves into danger again.
Meow there, it’s Hermione. For my Kitty Korner Column, I have good news and bad news. Let’s get the bad news over first. I admit I jumped to the top of Debbie’s bookshelf and knocked down one of her collectibles, but it was only an accident. I can’t help it if I’m naturally curious, and I’ve been up there before without disturbing anything including her Betta Fish who lives on the shelf below. She keeps me out of the room when she’s not home, but the door was open while she was preparing breakfast, and I couldn’t help but leap up there. Now she’s being very strict about my not being alone in the room. She prefers my brother Harry and me to sit on top of her closet which she’s cleared off except for a basket that we sit in sometimes.
Now for the good news. Harry and I appear in the “2020 Cats of the World” weekly planner on two pages. There’s also an article that Debbie wrote about cozy cat mysteries and lots of other cat photos and information about cat blogs like Sneaky’s and other cat authors and bloggers like Debbie who are members of the great Cat Writer’s Association.
There’s even more good news and something for you readers to look forward to. Harry and I make our debuts in Debbie’s upcoming short holiday story, “Murder Unwrapped” that will be released on December 2, along with a new Cobble Cove story featuring Sneaky that’s called “Sneaky’s Holiday Mystery.” You can’t miss this one because Sneaky has a large part in it as well as my fellow calico, Kittykai, from the previous book in the series, Love on the Rocks. You don’t have to have read any of the books in the series to enjoy the story, but I highly recommend you do because they are pawsome.
Hey, there. It’s Harry. I’m here to talk about a special day for us black cats. Today, October 27, is National National Black Cat Day. I consider it National Me Day. Even more pawsome is that all of October is Black Cat Awareness Month. My grandma wrote about these special days on another blog. You can read her post On Pens, Paws, and Claws here.
So you ask, what is this hype about National Black Cat Day and Black Cat Awareness Month and why is it celebrated in October? I know I can’t speak for all my dark brothers because I’ve been lucky. that Debbie and her family adopted me and my sister, Hermione, a year ago this past October 24. Since then, we’ve led a comfortable life in her home with our big brother, Stripey. But I’ve heard tales about other black cats who weren’t as lucky. My human mom, Holly, learned in school about how us black cats were thought to be the familiars of witches and also believed to have spread the black plaque when we were actually the ones who vanquished it by killing the rats that were the carriers. In other countries like Japan and England, people adore us and consider us lucky, but people in our own U.S.A. still fear having us cross their paths because we’ll bring bad luck. For those reasons, dark-furred felines are the last to be adopted at shelters. Halloween is a dangerous holiday for us, and it’s important for us to stay indoors on this day and especially at night.
I’m glad that, after all the bad things that have been said and written about black cats, that there are special days to celebrate us. Here are some things that are great about me and other black cats.
- We have shiny, soft coats.
- Because black is the most basic of colors, we match any wardrobe.
- We can be lovable lap cats.
- We have beautiful gold or green eyes.
- We come in either shorthair or long hair.
- No one will ever notice any fur we leave on your little black dress or black tuxedo.
If you’re the owner, caregiver, or friend to a black cat, what other positive points do you know about them? Please comment and/or share on social media. Have a great National Black Cat (Harry) Day!
Purrs, it’s Hermione. I haven’t written a Kitty Korner column in a while, but no news is good news for us kitties. However, today is a special day, so I wanted to paw something about it. Since many of us pets don’t know our birthdays, our human moms and dads often celebrate the day they brought us home which is known as our Gotcha Day. In my and Harry’s case, our Gotcha Day is October 24 when Debbie and her daughter picked us up from the Golden Paws Society; but today, October 21, is the day those two wonderful ladies “found” us at the Shabby Tabby Cat Cafe. What a wonderful day that was for us. You can read an article Debbie wrote about our Finder’s and Gotcha Days here: https://wp.me/p6m4z7-2dD
I don’t have too much to add except some photos from our early days. We’ve grown up to be big cats now and are enjoying our human family as well as Stripey, our cat “brother.” We all play fight sometimes but that’s what fur siblings do. We’ll never forget our finder’s or gotcha days. We’re lucky that we were adopted together and are much loved members of Debbie’s family.
What a difference a year makes . . .
Meow. It’s Harry. I haven’t pawed a column in a while, but I got into a bit of trouble with my grandpeople recently that I think some of you cats out there may relate to. As a kitten I had a bad habit, and it followed me into cathood. I like to chew on things — boxes, blankets, people’s noses, and cords of all type. I chewed through my mom’s earplug cords and recently chewed some cables in my grandma’s room.
I know it was a bad thing to do, but I can’t help myself. My grandpa came up with a solution. He covered the wires, so I can’t get to them.
Rats! Mice! What’s a chewy guy like me going to do? I guess I’ll stick to blankets and people’s noses. Do you cats out there chew on things and, if so, what do your people do about it to ruin your fun? Are there any good chewy things we can sink our teeth into instead? Inquiring cat minds want to know.