All of the cats we have now found us. They were feral kittens or cats or previously owned, abandoned cats who wanted a home. They like it outside so they are indoor/outdoor cats and spend most of the warm, sunny weather outside, coming inside to eat and to sleep at night. All except one, Magoo, the sleeping tabby at the top of my blog. Magoo was living with an elderly woman whose building burned down and she moved to a shelter. It was believed that she may have started the fire because she couldn't pay her rent but we don't know if that's really true and we hope it's not. Magoo became part of our family as a result and we're really happy about that. He lived indoors his entire 3 years of life so he doesn't go outside. He loves sitting in the windows watching the other cats as well as birds, dogs and any other happenings!
When I first go outside all of my cats, except for Daisy, the "matriarch" and Sadie, the baby, act like I'm a complete stranger and, therefore, scary and run away from me, especially Huxley and Jazzy ! But cute little Sadie, whose becoming quite pudgy! runs up and head-butts my leg while making an adorable trilling sound. I'm permitted to pet her on the head and maybe rub her cheeks but she doesn't stay within distance of my touch for very for fear I try to pick her up! She wants her independance right now and gets mad if made to do something she hasn't orchestrated herself! Daisy is indifferent to everybody, human and cat alike, and a little haughty unless she wants some lovin'. She lets me know when she wants attention by sitting right in front of me and fixing me with her big green eyes, staring intensely until I pet her, it was a little freaky at first, now I'm used to it! If I am staying outside to read or relax, once I'm settled in and it's quiet, the cats come around little by little. They don't get too close, they have to act like they don't really care that I'm there! They find a spot close enough that they can see me and they settle down and take another nap. They're hoping I'll bring out some food or a toy or cat-nip! (They know me pretty well!) Sometimes if I don't bring out any treats quickly enough, Huxley will get impatient and come over and nuzzle my legs as if to say, "Hey, remember me? Whaddya got for me?" I love watching the cats because when they're outside their naps are always interruptedby a bug that flies by they must chase or a tall weed that keeps waving in the wind that they have to subdue or a fellow feline they have to wrestle with or chase! I don't always get a lot of reading done outside. lol
Hubbie just called to let me know that the author Richard Russo is going to be promoting his new book at a Barnes and Noble in Union Square in early August. He's one of my favorite authors and hubbie's too. I'm definitely going to plan on attending this book signing!
On a much sadder note, an author I liked very much, Frank McCourt, died. He wrote and won the Pulitzer for his intense, wonderful book about his childhood in Ireland Angela's Ashes. I've heard that, he and his brother spent a lot of time at a cool NY pub, White Horse Tavern telling stories about life in Ireland and singing some great Irish songs. I don't know if that's true but White Horse Tavern is a good old-fashioned Irish pub well worth a visit. Dylan Thomas drank many a beer here and plenty of other well-known musicians and writers stopped by, Hunter S. Thompson, Jim Morrison, Bon Dylan, Jack Kerouac, James Baldwin etc....
I'll be back in a little while with some book and magazine chat and other things!