It’s Monday—another damn week. But the snow is gone in Chicago, and I think it’s gone for good. Ceiling Cat has decided that it’s spring, and we should celebrate by depicting three of his Prophets on Earth, blessed be their names.
Reader Ed Suominen, an ex-Christian, is co-author with Robert Price of the lovely book Evolving out of Eden: Christian Responses to Evolution. I highly recommend it. But he also has a cat (a big ‘un), and sent me a picture of it with a short note; I’ve since obtained the cat’s name:
Jerry, I thought you’d like this pic I took of my eighteen-pounder immersed in warm feline bliss today. Ah, to have such simple needs…
His name is Frisky II. Each successive orange cat in the household adopts the Frisky name when it replaces another, much like the Pope.
Alas, Frisky I got mishandled by a bird of prey (we have owls, hawks, crows, and bald eagles out here) and eventually died from the trauma to his neck. There were big talon marks and spinal damage. In many places, cats are a threat to birds, but in our woods it is also the other way around.
Frisky II has been a real survivor, but eventually there will have to be a Frisky III.
Pic not fab, but funny, to complement your squirrel days, here is Princesse eyeing a red squirrel in the bird feeder of my mum’s garden. “If only I could share your world…” she’s pondering…
Finally, a shop cat sent by reader Joe McClain, who is the science writer in residence at the College of William and Mary, my alma mater. The colonial outfits are of course because Colonial Williamsburg, a reconstruction of the original town, is full of workers—and tourists—dressing as they did in the 17th and 18th centuries. I love the printer’s cat!
Thought you might be interested in this photo that I must say in the interest of full disclosure also includes my granddaughters Maeve (straw hat) and Saoirse. They are speaking with Shilling, who is the Shop Cat at the Printing Shop at Colonial Williamsburg. The printer warned everyone that while Shilling is usually very friendly, he just had an unspecified and unpleasant encounter and suggested that the kids not try to pet him. I think that Shilling has an excellent coloration for a printer, because you can’t really tell where he’s gotten inky. (And an all-black cat would vanish into the dim recesses of the shop.)