JQ, my fantastic brother and bon croissant extraordinare, sends in these notes from back in White Haven, land of the free and home of the cats who do what they want.
The first is of Cally, the Quinn family cat of many years. Traditionally, whenever we go on vacation Cally throws up somewhere, and when we get home we discover the mess and begrudgingly clean it up. This is the game we play. Unfortunately, this year it was all over the stairs, something JQ neglected to realize until he was standing in it. Now that Cally is getting older she is simultaneously beginning to take more liberties.
JQ writes, “I took some pictures of the puke cat. Look at how she lies next to the vomit. On Momcat’s [editor’s note: this is what we call our mother] bed! She has no shame, no remorse. Mom, Dad, and I all cleaned up at least one vomit today, and it’s not even eleven.”
As an added treat, JQ has taken care to note the goings-on of the wild cats that have taken up residence in our family’s yard.
[sighting: White Haven, PA, USA]
“On the bright side,” JQ continues, “the wildcats are looking fat and strong, despite the cold. We caught the mother in the garbage this morning. She’s getting bold. The wild-kitten has been showing itself quite a bit, too. It likes to hang out under Erin’s crumpled car. Mom says they live under the shed. I can’t wait for the snow, so I can track them around the yard and find out where they really live.”
And so, from my good cheese brother, from me, to you……this was THE CATS OF WHITE HAVEN. More to come, surely.