The kiddies have kitties
November 20, 2007 | Uncategorized
<><>Seeing “mean kitty” reminded me to mention that I gave in and took two kitties from my dad in hopes they would make good playmates for the kids. But since their mom was killed, they are tramatized and have been hiding most of the past two days. So all I have done is clean up their poo! Hopefully, they will get warmed up and come out to play soon.
Lily named them Yoda and Vader.
“Mean Kitty” also reminded me of how much I enjoyed working with film students out at BYU! They were so cool! In fact, one student named Hubbel who I was friends with for a while, can be seen as Mr. Collins, in the Mormon version of Pride and Prejudice, which is a cute flick if you haven’t seen it. His own film won Final Cut that year at BYU. Ben and I always made sure to go to one of the nights of the Final Cut competition.
Happy Thanksgiving and love to all! Julie
One Response to “The kiddies have kitties”
That reminds me of the antics of our cat “Wimpy,” many years ago when Seay, Hillary and Leah’s mother and I were still married.
Lynda really didn’t like cats much at all. She grew up in an “all dog” household and I naively thought that everyone liked dogs AND cats, like I do.
Anyway, “Wimpy” used to hate being put out for the night, so he’d hang on the screen of the kitchen window and meow pitifully (and by “pitifully” I mean “in an extremely annoying fashion”). You’d hear this meowing in the middle of the night, go down to the kitchen, turn on the light and there he’d be staring in at you with his body hanging on the screen at an odd angle (think those Garfield stuffed animal figures with the suction cups on the paws that you stick on your car’s rear windshield).
Anyway, Lynda got so tired of him ripping the screens to shreds and various other feline annoyances, that one day she just put him in the car, drove about five miles out into the country, and then dumped him out.
You’ve heard of those clever and resolute cats that find their way back home again even over hundreds of miles?
Well, this cat wasn’t one of them. We never saw him again. Lynda told the kids (and me) that he’d just “disappeared” and she didn’t know where he was. She didn’t confess until years later, when the kids were grown. From that time on, Leah (the true cat fan) would never bring another cat home because “mom’ll just get rid of it like she did Wimpy.”
By bill on Nov 25, 2007