“I’m trying to take a nap here,” Giuseppe says.
“I’m trying to work here,” I respond.
“But it’s so nice and toasty warm here,” he replies.
“It won’t be if I turn down the lights,” I tell him.
“I need my beauty rest. Mlle Daisy may contact me at any moment and I need to look perfect,” he insists.
“Mlle Daisy loves you no matter what you do, she tells you that all the time,” I say.
“But I can never be too sure, I did hear there is at least one other black cat who visits her door, I need to be very careful,” Giuseppe says.
“If you like to eat, you might consider moving to a more comfortable spot to get your beauty rest than lazing all over my desk,” I remark.
“But I have to he right here if Mlle sends a message, and I have to be perfect!” he protests.
“Giuseppe, the two of you don’t have Skype or anything, she can’t see you when she sends you a message,” I tell him.
“She can’t?” he asks.
“No, baby, she can’t see you. Can you see her when you send a message?” I ask.
“No, but I just always thought she could see me,” Giuseppe says, confused.
“It’s just words right now, Big Guy, you don’t need to comb your ear hair and shine your whiskers,” I tell him.
“I’m so disappointed…” he trails off.
“Perhaps you could go and sleep on the bed with your brothers,” I suggest, trying not to be too obvious. “They will help you feel better.”
“Can we send Mlle a message right now?” he asks.
“Sure we can,” I reply. “What would you like me to type?”
“Mlle Daisy, mon cherie, I love you with all my heart and every piece of fur on my body!” he says. I type this.
“And, and…I have a gift for you! It will be a surprise,” he continues.
“That’s very sweet, Giuseppe. Anything else?” I ask.
“Love and kisses, nuzzles and purrs, your love, Giuseppe,” he finishes.
Read the continuing love affair between young Giuseppe and his Canadian love.
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When you are a “cat person”, it seems to begin with day one and work its way all through your life to the end, with cats intertwined with everything in between.
Cleaning out, renovating and organizing my spare bedroom into my studio has unearthed more works from my development as an artist. I first published a shorter version of this post last May as over the Memorial Day weekend I was reorganizing my house after moving my mother into a skilled nursing unit, sorting through boxes from her storage unit. In addition to my own boxes of papers and mementos I’ve been sorting things I found in boxes from her house, sold years ago but which I neglected to review until now last year, and some of what I’ve found in all this has given me surprising smiles. I had no idea people knew I was a “cat person” even before I had a cat!
Some of these items either gave me encouragement to love kitties, or they inspired me in some way as an artist. I also have an extensive collection of cat figurines given to me as gifts in those early years even before I had a cat, but I’ll cover that another day! For now, remembering those early years is a treasure in itself.
So looking at a few of the things I’ve found, here’s an interesting perspective on how I got to where I am as a keeper of cats and as an artist.