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Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Dolly Gee Squeakers Lives a Simple, Feathered Life

Dolly Gee Squeakers, formerly of the Humane Society Squeakers, lay in the middle of the room, pressing the love of her life to her pretty, whiskered face.

More than the Virginia Slims, more than betting on college basketball, more than trotting from the front door to her supper dish by way of greeting you at the end of the work day, Dolly Gee loves a bundle of feathers attached to a string attached to a stick.

The bundle of feathers refuses to speak on the subject. 

Dolly beams up at me, the light from the overhead fan causing the teeth in her mouth to gleam whitely.   A stately mix of Siamese, tabby, and, perhaps, speed bump, Dolly Gee is house cat extraordinaire, an animal with no expectations outside of five squares a day, to accompany to you to the bathroom each and every time you visit it, and to sit next to you on the couch gazing at you adoringly with the hopes that, perhaps, a slice of ham will fall from the ceiling.

And to wrap her loving, be-clawed paws around a bundle of feathers.

From my end of the couch, I grin down at the silly long-hair.  “You’re a good girl, aren’t you, Squeaks?”

Liza Bean Bitey, five pounds of striped mischief and dedicated fly fisher, pads into the room warily.  She sits down and casually licks her hind end.

She sits up primly.  “That cat has no dignity,” she says.

I open my mouth, then close it.

Liza Bean knows where I sleep.

And it’s all lost on Dolly Gee, who smiles dreamily, and pulls the feathered toy tightly against her pretty, whiskered face.

17 comments:

joeh said...

She knows where you sleep? Best to filter your comments.

Pearl said...

Joeh, I sometimes awaken to her playfully pinching my nostrils shut...

Shelly said...

I think I am the Dolly Gee of the people world.

Bossy Betty said...

So you get escorted to the bathroom every single time too? I thought I was special!

jenny_o said...

Awwwwwwwww ... Dolly's my kind of cat. Simple expectations and simple joys. We care not for dignity; we are happy.

Ms Scarlet said...

I've had a Dolly... they are a lot less hassle than the Liza Bean Biteys... though perhaps not as talkative.
Sx

bill lisleman said...

Now that mentioned it - I have a bit of speed bump in me.
dignity - should a feather dance only be done in private?

Yamini MacLean said...

Hari OM
This made me pick up Licky the Lucky Stuffdog for a cuddle. Simple pleasures. Dignity lies in detachment from others' views on the matter. Feather on, Dolly Gee. Hugs and whiskeries, YAM-aunty xxx

Joanne Noragon said...

Cats are so simple and so present. My kitty wants me to lick his ears, just as his departed soul mate did until a year and a half ago. Toby licks my arm and rubs his ear on the spot and then looks at me, imploringly. Or, "stupid woman, do you get it this time." My life should be so simple.

Dawn@Lighten Up! said...

A simple, lovely post about a simple, lovely cat.

Leenie B said...

Hahahahaha! :D

Elephant's Child said...

Awwww.

Eva Gallant said...

You are wise to tread carefully when
the cat knows where you sleep!

Catalyst/Taylor said...

My big black boy cat, Blackwell, accompanies me to the bathroom in the middle of the night. I don't turn on any light but I've heard that cats' night vision is something like ten times more powerful than that of the human eye. Sometimes I wonder if he really is a big black boy cat.

River said...

My boy Angel also loves all things feathered. I dread the day he discovers my quilt is stuffed with them. I'm thinking of buying a bunch of fly fishing lures, the feathered ones of course, and attaching them to various ribbons hung around the place.

Jo-Anne Meadows said...

Oh I like

Green Girl in Wisconsin said...

Neutrality is a wise move around that one...