Cool Gray Cats in Silver Lake
Cat 1 - The Lucky One
I love animals and housesitting.
That is a very lucky combination that gets me into friends' and sometimes
strangers' homes. Which I think is perfect since I don't have any animals and
only a smallish apartment. And I just love different places; they make me feel
like an explorer - for a writer a very creative feeling. Los Angelenos like
animals - of course, there are so many around: mountain lions, lizards, huge
hairy spiders, coyotes, raccoons, foxes, opossums, hummingbirds, pelicans, sea
lions, to name only a few - but these would be mostly outside the house (if
you're lucky - if we are talking about the pesky raccoons). Inside, it's mostly
cats and dogs. And that is my territory. May I introduce myself? Here is the KKK - NOT that one! The KittyKatKaretaker
Cat 2
So, co-incidence or just life's way
of reminding me that grayness, aging and ailments happen in the animal world as
well, here I am, Miz Silver Hair, surrounded by a certain cat-chaos. It's funny
that of all places, I end up in the appropriately named artists' enclave Silver
Lake, a very trendy neighborhood - staying with 3 cats, 2 of them seniors over 13 years old. One huge
pitch-black male, totally overweight - ready to be shipped off in a mini cat-cart
to "Cat Weight Watchers", one skinny, classy and beautifully
dark-gray lady with a kidney problem.
Cat 3
The third is a nice but slightly clueless
stray cat - rather fat, too, a bit younger, and therefore without any kind of
power in this pensioner-household that is dominated by the 2 lazy oldies. Yes,
this is a strictly regulated cat-camp, age before youth, which goes for the sitter
as well.
Cat 4
What's with the great cat-love that
seems to be purring everywhere? We live now in a cat-crazed world,
"funny" cat-videos are a huge business, there seems to be nothing, no
depression, heartbreak or tragedies, that can't be cured by fluffy kittens and
their adorable mischief. Yes, youth is cute and fresh and innocent, and I've
played with a lot of kittens in my life, being as enchanted as the next person.
And then - over the years - I've met older cats and older dogs - and can't say
that I was crazy about them. It didn't occur to me then, that is has something
to do with love! You love your animals; some say that it's a love almost as
strong as the love for your own children.
And while I type this, there she is -
the skinny steel-gray one - looking at me and thinking: "Hey there, gray
head, get moving, grab that little expensive pouch of organic cat-food with the purple feline on the cover and make
it snappy, I don't have all day". That's how cats are. Always hungry.
These ones are. But I am thinking about how I'll get her bitter medicine into
her mouth tonight. I tried putting it into her food. She was only laughing
about such silliness. Who do I think she is? Krazy Kitty? I've also noticed
that cats apparently bring out the silly wordsmith in me (and other people),
and not all of the words qualify as laugh-riots, like cat-astrophy, Cat-mandu, cat-alyst or
cat-acomb.
So what are the cats' names, some of
you might ask? I can't name names, the owner is skittish - because this is LA
where some cats might be known and just by the description of the color of the
fur or the shape of their ears I might reveal their identity and their
address. Maybe the cat was a walk-on in
a Hollywood B-movie or once had a real cat-career on TV and is now a cat-been.
I don't want strangers finding out the location where I housesit and wanting to
stop by for a cocktail or a robbery.
Be that as it may - I'm just having
catty thoughts because I'm trying to escape the constant stress of needing to
produce words, blogs, books, articles, essays, one-liners, novellas,
screenplays, memoirs etc. Cats don't need to do that at all. They don't read,
they look at
I have only one really burning question left that has tortured me ever since I came to this country as an immigrant, and a new friend was tossing this funny line at me: Curiosity killed the Cat! Why? How? What did the Cat do? Is Curiosity maybe a person in a fairy-tale who was angry? Has that crime ever been resolved? Was the famous detective Cat "Meow" Pussyfoot involved? Well, curiosity will certainly NOT kill me. GRAY IN L.A. needs me.
http://www.latimes.com/local/lanow/la-me-ln-feline-fanatics-la-cat-cafe-20141003-story.html
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ReplyDeleteAre you a cat person, or a doggie?
DeleteVery funny and so true, I don't have cat's my daughter does and the are there own boss and don't even think the need to listen!... unless you have food in your hands.
ReplyDeleteI'm a small dog person and my dog knows when I cook for him, he has his own personal chef "me "
he sits in the kitchen and watches me when I prepare to cook his food.
He has a Chicken allergy so I buy beef and make his food once a week and freeze it in daily rations.
Love doing this it is just him and me….