Uploaded by Geo
Here is the story of Fred the Cat:
When I came back home to New York I ended up living with my Mother, Uncle and Aunt helping them. It seemed the perfect situation. They needed help, I needed to help to ease myself back into life.
I rehabbed this entire house about twelve years ago, but over the years things had slid. Three people in their seventies can not keep up the maintenance that needs to be performed on a house as it ages. What does this have to do with Fred? Hold on, I’ll get there.
So here I am trying to fix up the house again. One of the things that had happened was that raccoons had found their way into an old chimney, broken through that into a utility area, found their way into a dropped ceiling in my Mothers living room, and dropped down into her lap (practically) while she was watching T.V. with her Cats, and all hell broke loose. Well, maybe not all of Hell actually broke loose but I would say a good deal of it did.
The Cats were upset, or as we say here in the north country Pissed off. The raccoons believed, like Christopher Columbus maybe, that they had discovered this new place, therefor it was theirs. They did not try to make peace, however, with the natives like good old Chris did with my people (before he stuck it to us, that is…. Just want to keep the record straight). No. The raccoons believed that both the cats and my mother should move.
Fortunately raccoons do not always have good access to legal representation, and these were no exception, so as a result my brother-in-law came and sent them on their way and closed up the area they had been coming in through. No problem. My Mother lived happily ever after. The Cats basked in the sunshine, and I came home to a secure well maintained home. No.
Cats are curious about everything. They are probably even curious about other animals or people besides themselves, but they would probably never admit that though. So instead of leaving well enough alone, the cats decided to find out why the raccoons had gotten in, how, and if a cat could do it too, and then of course one cat probably dared the other, and so while one held the flashlight the other pried off the fix and got into the chimney. Oh what wonder! What absolute Joy! A way to get in and out of the house without having to use the door (Cats love things like this). And so the cats had their way in and out. Up the roof, into the old chimney, down the chimney, out the broken block that used to vent the furnace, drop right down on the furnace and then spring out of the utility room as soon as the door opened. My mother, who loves cats, decided in her wisdom that since the cats had worked this out she should help them along by leaving the utility room door open. Oh those were happy cats (I assume).
Then I came home and the first thing I did was shut up the hole. That was how I met Fred. Fred was the only cat still able to find a way in and out, and Fred did not believe I had a say in it, and, well, as it turned out Fred was right. I blocked every hole I could find and Fred found some new way in. Finally, one late afternoon, I came into the Kitchen after working all day on closing the roof line up and any other spot I could find, and announced to mom that the house was a cat free zone now. The utility door bumped open and Fred sauntered by me to the food bowl Mom had put down for him. She had more faith in the cat than me, well placed too.
That is how I met Fred. I just declared a truce.I thought, this rough and tumble cat beat me fair and square, he can stay.
Fred seemed like a male cat. He acted like a male cat. He chased the female cats around, corralled them (Cats do that, perfectly fine behaviors for them. I would not recommend you try that at home) So, I assumed Fred was a male cat. SURPRISE!!! Fred is not a boy cat at all. Not only is Fred not a boy cat. Yes this means I had to give him a quick exam, have you ever had a cat jump up on your lap and turn around and stick their butt in your face? Sure you have. Cat’s do that all the time. They think you Want to see their butt. Okay, it was at one of these times that I noticed Fred was not anatomically equipped to be a boy cat. Right, Fred was missing a few things and had a few things he shouldn’t have had.
“Hey, Ma!” I yelled. “Fred’s not a boy cat!”
“You’re a quick thinker,” Mom said. “I told you he might not be.”
“Might not be,” I said defensively.
“Well I guess I can change that to definitely isn’t,” Mom said and went back to watching General Hospital.
What could I say. Fred cocked her head back to me as if to ask if I got a good enough look, cats are such smart asses, then jumped down and sauntered away. End of story, except, Fred is looking distinctly fat… Fatter. Mom and I have come to a consensus, Fred the cat is probably pregnant. I said, “Well I thought Fred was just hanging out with those male cats ’cause they were his buddies!”
“Oh, they were her buddies alright,” Mom said wisely.
That is it for me for today. I am still in the middle of moving my office for the final time, back into the renovated space where it used to be. I was actually over there today looking at it and taking some stuff over, deciding where things should go, and I realized they should go back where they were because nothing else I measured out seems to fit. So months of work and everything will be back where it was, except I now have approximately ten times more space. I can walk down a short interconnecting hallway and be in my shop, back out and there is a large office, space for guitars, keyboard etc. on one end, all the book manuscripts file cabinets etc. on the other end. I added a projector that is linked to the computer and a six million pound old style TV, also hooked into the computer. Video games, music, music software, DVDs. I may not ever want to leave the office. I hooked up WIFI today and instead of being a pain it was simple. It is really starting to look to me as though I will be moved in by Friday, probably most of it tomorrow and the rest and settling in, over the weekend. Then it is back to writing and I am looking forward to that.
We had a weather advisory in effect here for all of Sunday and yesterday, blah, blah, blah, there is snow coming, it’s going to be six inches to a foot, and blah, blah, blah, and it didn’t come. Last night the weather service countermanded the warning, and so I went to sleep thinking winter had been held off for a little longer. Imagine my shock upon waking this morning and finding everything covered. Oh, and the weather forecast? No snow. That seems about right. It is still there, still cold, and it looks like winter arrived just before turkey day. Oh well.
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Those are completely free downloads. I hope you enjoyed Thanksgiving and spend some time with your family during the rest of the Holiday season. I’ll see you next week, Geo.