Wednesday, December 19, 2012



as told by Klaus the kat

6:00am Tuesday, Dec. 19th

Good morning fans!  As Cora says, “It’s not morning ’till  I get my coffee.”  But look at me -- I’m up, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, blogging away before breakfast, or should I say, “blogfast”? And speaking of bushy tails, did you know that we, Persians have to get our hair brushed at least two to three times a week, or even once a day for the aristocatic ones.

Speaking of which, I heard Cora talking about the amazing butterfly exhibition she visited at the State Fair in October.  She said it was Creation at it’s finest -- these beautiful delicate creatures were flitting around, landing on people’s heads, hats, floral dresses, etc. Each person was given a Q tip to dip in butterfly nectar, and the idea was to gently put it between the butterfly√≠s feet. They could carry the butterfly around in this position, either until he escaped or until they placed him on a flower, by carefully twisting and tugging on the Q tip.

I once tried to get my paws on a butterfly, but he fluttered away so fast ... and I could tell by the look on Cora’s face, that if I ever captured a butterfly -- even an “I can’t believe it’s not butter-fly” -- I’d be in the dog-house for the rest of my life (or at least until Humphrey came and barked me out of there).

And in other end-of-Summer news -- I know it’s almost Christmas,  but here in the Desert South West, it’s still Summer in the afternoons.  Seriously, we Persian Blues are milking the sun for all it’s worth.
Oh, yes -- the news ... right ...
Is anyone listening out there?

So, did you know that Cora and her bigger and better half spent a week in California in September ( lucky dogs!)  where they had the privilege of sampling the beach, once again -- this time at Santa Monica.  BTW, did I ever mention that Cora is not only a chocaholic but also a major beachaholic?  But sadly her other half is not much of a salt-water person (to which I can relate, since here in cat culture, we avoid water like Bubonic plague.)  Anyway, this just happened to be the day the Space Shuttle, “Endeavour” was being flown from Washington to its final resting place in California.  Well at 11:45 am that day, the aircraft zipped right over Santa Monica beach.  And of course, it was a magnet, drawing photographer-hubby straight to the beach at lightening speed.  Hence the saying: “It took a space shuttle landing on the earth to get my husband to come to the beach.”  This, of course, will go down in history (the beach appearance, that is).  Cora said it was the best day of her Summer. You know, I seriously thought she’d say it was the day she came home to take care of her priceless Persian Blue.  I’m so naive ...  Honestly, sometimes I feel like a cat-astrophe.

Well, gotta go now.  It’s time for me to get decorated for Christmas -- sure hope they don’t put those red bows on my head like last year ...

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Cora's Column, as told by Klaus, the kat



         Hi there, Klaus, here -- Klaus, the Persian Blue, that is.  (Well technically, I'm  a Persian grey, but let's not be racist here).  Like I said, Cora's column is back, but with a twist, since this time I have the privilege of telling her story.
You know, it's amazing how much you can pick up, while faking a nap under a patio chair.  You should have heard Cora raving to her sister on the phone this morning about her super-sized week in Chicago.  And how come she always has so much fun when I'm not there?  That girl sure does talk a lot on the phone; made me feel like a middle cat -- I swear, I could count the number of times, on one paw, that she rubbed my head during the whole hour-long conversation.
Sounds like one of her favorite places in Chicago was the Lincoln Park  Zoo.  You know, some of my wilder cousins live there.  Cora was going on and on about the intricate patterns on the leopard and the jag, and the difference between them.  And it seems the puma and black panther were pretty awesome too.  So where does that leave me?  "You do know, my ancestors originated in the Middle East, don't you?  They were not brought over to America until the late 1800's.  Isn't that exotic enough for you?"

Although I did overhear Cora saying once that I too was a beautiful specimen of God's creation.  Now there's something to make me grin like my relatives over in Cheshire do.
Well my ears pricked up when I heard Cora showing off to her sister about how she swam in Lake Michigan -- "the best day of her whole vacoliday," she said.  But I'll let you into a little secret -- she's using the term "swam," very loosely!  I'd call it, more like "testing the waters."  I know, 'cause she's a real whimp when it comes to being cold and wet.  Then she was saying how convenient everything was in Chicago -- they even had an ATM machine on the beach -- My gosh -- plonked right there in the sand.  What is it with these humans -- they can't even go to the beach without thinking about their money!  

What?  A chocolate tour of Chicago?  I guess Cora and her daughter walked all over the city, sampling chocolate in all the wonderful little cafes and chocolate shops -- chocolate truffles, chocolate caramels, chocolate brownies, chocolate chocolate, double chocolate frappacinos, triple chocolate mocchacinos ... 
And just between you and me, I once caught Cora eating chocolate for breakfast -- four squares of it -- the deep dark organic stuff too -- 70 % cocoa solids (the whole thing makes my head spin), and not a saucer of milk in sight!  I swear, that girl should join Chocoholics Anonymous.  Apparently her son brought it all the way from Antigua.  And get this, she says she eats it for the anti-oxidants.  But we all know the real reason ... 
Well, better stop all this yappin' now.  Gotta save some energy for sleeping.  I'm already late for my mid-morning nap!