Coolidge & His Keeper
I am Coolidge. My keeper styles me as, “diabetic, grey, dominion-bent, sensualistic, and keenly endearing.” Everyone is interested in me. Thank you for finally checking in. If there are no updates, I am “as usual.” But I am very unusual, so you should keep obsessing on me like my keeper does. My keeper appreciates your prayers for me. If anything’s up with her, I let her have a little space here, too. After all, she opens the cans in this house.
My favorite song, should you like to think of me when you hear it, is “O For Tuna,” from Carmina Burana, by Carl Orff.
My name is very important, too.
When you notice a cat in profound meditation,
The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:
His ineffable effable
Effanineffable
Deep and inscrutable singular Name.
–T. S. Eliot, Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats, “The Naming of Cats.”
Power and influence come very naturally to me.
And here is my very own special page at my vet’s website.
hello there! i so enjoy your pictures as you remind me of My Cat, who went missing. i suspect (er, hope) he has just relocated to another home.
*sigh*
you look amazingly like My Cat, who was just a touch bluer, with darker fur. he was sleek and lazy and dearly loved because loved to be petted and never needed a litter box! *ha* he would simply slink over to the door and meow.
sounds like your keeper is honorable and will never let you down.
purr on!
Now, come on. Obviously the cat is not blogging here. I think the keeper of said cat is full of carp. (giggle)
He is so handsome!
My keeper attaches entirely too much importance to a silly Turkish chenille shower curtain. I see, I loathe, I shred. Life is good.
Cute, so cute!
Now, now Coolidge…
you write “…Cat of whom my keeper speaks on her page. ” when we “cat people” very well know that, although the household variety of your species like us humans to think…no; make that BELIEVE…that we are YOUR keepers we mere humans know the real truth; that to truly love a cat is to become THEIR personal, albeit living, property.
That said, may I come over and knead on YOUR tummy?…Master?