Auntie Lauri, Reporting from the West Coast

Last summer, my Bearded Companion and I took flight with his family to most glorious points west. How do you condense this two-week experience of extreme pleasantness into words? I will try. Squashy beds in a crowded bunkhouse, large pastries carried on the back of a bicycle with brimming cups of coffee and fruit, ice blue-green ocean and touching all the anemones with my feet and my hands, everyone laughing, all the time always and cold beer and books and games and more laughing in the evening and wearing a sweater in the dense night-fog.

Also, I had the extreme pleasure of meeting Jake’s Aunt Lauri.

Aunt Lauri is a woman of many talents and great humor. She enjoys, among other things, second-hand goods, word games, and snacks. As if I needed an excuse to adore her more, then she added CATS to the list.

First, she began with an email called “Auntie Lauri’s Roomies”.

Hello My Darling Dearest Loves –

When one reaches a certain age one can spout such syrupy endearments with ease. I am forwarding 2 photos of my new roomies. Georgie – Ultra minty white vixen with black splotches down her backside to match her shifty nature and Piper – a want-to-be Max with a nipped off tail wrapped around a squat (from every angle) body that ignores all
attempts at behavior modification.

Love Auntie L.

 

AHHHHHH I was so pleased. Then, she wrote again.

 

Erica, I came across this book.

Description

When James Bowen found an injured, ginger street cat curled up in the hallway of his sheltered accommodation, he had no idea just how much his life was about to change. James was living hand to mouth on the streets of London and the last thing he needed was a pet.

Yet James couldn’t resist helping the strikingly intelligent tom cat, whom he quickly christened Bob. He slowly nursed Bob back to health and then sent the cat on his way, imagining he would never see him again. But Bob had other ideas.

Soon the two were inseparable and their diverse, comic and
occasionally dangerous adventures would transform both their lives, slowly healing the scars of each other’s troubled pasts.

A Street Cat Named Bob is a moving and uplifting story that will touch the heart of anyone who reads it.

Just when I thought my heart couldn’t get touched any harder. (Also I thought the first sentence read, “When James Brown found….”)

Auntie Lauri, you are a goddess among cat lovers. Thank you.

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About bearicaquinn

Smallish, smushy in the sad parts, certainly destined for cat-lady-dom. Enjoys boats, bikes, black coffee, pug faces, sourdough bread, the morning when you have slept long enough, beards, mountainsides, art, rooftops, etc. Will continue to live in things that are interestingly shaped. So octopus.
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