Charlie the cat man comes to visit

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Charlie the cat man comes to visit

Charlie understands cats and they understand him. Here he is with Royce, both observing the same thing.

Royce needed a good brushing. Charlie gave it to him.

A bit later, little Wry came along, carrying socks.

Little Wry raises the socks into the air. What do you think he is thinking? What will happen next?

Good grief! Royce is wearing socks!

Royce goes to Tryskuit.

Royce and Tryskuit.

Royce relaxes by himself for awhile. Where is Charlie?

Why, Charlie is with Jim!

12 comments:

momsbusy said...: it is good to see that royce is doing well. little wry is growing up so fast. royce is so patient with wry. i don't know of another cat that would allow a child to put socks on their feet. so tell us more about charlie the cat man.; November 12, 2009 at 7:51 PM
Zippy, Sadie, Speedy and M'Gee said...: Gotta love a guy that loves cats! And the beard...wooohooo.; November 12, 2009 at 8:52 PM
Ikaika said...: We love cat guys! And that was so cute with Wry putting socks on his buddy, Royce! Royce is such a sweet old guy ...; November 12, 2009 at 9:56 PM
Team Tabby said...: Charlie seems a charming fellow, he likes cats after all. Royce is so indulgent towards Wry's wanting to put the socks on him. We like the portrait you made of Royce too.

Mindy, Moe, Bono, Cookie & Mike; November 13, 2009 at 2:53 PM
Grahamn Kracker said...: Momsbusy - Yes, it has been an amazing thing to see how loving and tolerant Royce has been toward Wry. Click on the Charlie link and you will see more about him.

Zss - Yeah, we all love Charlie.

Ikaika - He is sweet, indeed.

TT - I'm pleased to say that Royce likes the portrait, too, even though he is completely unaware of it.; November 15, 2009 at 10:27 AM
Unknown said...: Royce is so sweet with Wry. I hope they can enjoy each others' company much much longer.; November 15, 2009 at 9:22 PM
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Unknown said...: Of course Royce ended up wearing socks. He must accommodate his buddy who is obviously worried that his kitty paws are chilly. How very thoughtful little Wry is.; December 7, 2009 at 12:57 AM
Anonymous said...: Your blog keeps getting better and better! Your older articles are not as good as newer ones you have a lot more creativity and originality now keep it up!; January 3, 2010 at 6:08 AM
Rhonda Lanier said...: Love your blog!! Your cat Royce looks like the famous Library Cat, Dewey Readmore Books from Iowa. He is a fascinating cat too. If you haven't you should read the book.; June 30, 2010 at 8:43 AM
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Due to an unfortunate series of events that beset me as a child, I grew up believing myself to be a despiser of cats. After I married, five children came to Sunflower and I, and when my two youngest, both daughters, would see someone giving away kittens in the parking lot of the local grocery store, they would beg, "Please, Daddy! Let us take home a kitten!"

With a smile, a tilt of the head and the bat of an eye, Tryskuit and Nabysko could charm just about anything they wanted out of me, but towards cats, my heart was hard. "No!" I would deny them, "Dogs are fine, dogs are good, but let just one thing be understood: in my house, there are no cats allowed!"

And then on a hot July day in Alaska, in the year 1991, a skinny kitten stepped out of the woods behind our house - quite literally, he stepped out of a dream and came to me, to beg for my ham. He relished the ham, but he did not care for the pickle, nor the mustard.

That cat stayed, and more followed. These are the Kracker Cats, and in this blog, the stories of all will be told. These will be happy stories, humourous stories, frustrating stories, sad stories, tragic stories. Readers - you who love cats - you will laugh, and you will cry!

To see all the Kracker Cats, both the original and contemporary, scroll down.

I travel a great deal, mostly in Alaska, but I wander into many other places as well. As my children grew, I was gone from home as much as not, sometimes more. When I was home, I would tell my children bedtime stories. By the time Kaboodle appeared at our house, the boys had outgrown these stories but my daughters still thrived on them.

Now, they insisted that every story that I tell be about a cat. So I made up some wonderful ones, right on the spot, and I was always as curious as they were to see how these stories would turn out.

Then one day as I was about to climb into my airplane and fly off to a village in the Alaska bush, Nabysko, the youngest, looked up at me and said, "Daddy! Write us a cat story while you are gone!"

So I did. Not long after, I happened upon a cat. I took its picture. I inquired about its history. When I returned home, I showed the picture to the girls, and told them what I had learned about the cat's history.

Ever since, wherever I go, I try to find and photograph a cat, and learn what I can about its history.

Hence, "Cats Met Along The Way." And always I keep in mind the wise admonition of Persimon Munk:

"Every cat has a story."

Charlie Chaplain, above, chosen at random, is just one of the hundreds of cats that I have met along the way, in every region of Alaska, 24 states, DC, four Canadian provinces, England, Russia and India.

And I will be meeting more, in many other places.

As my children grew, Sunflower was forever scolding me about all these lies that I told them. "You should write these stories down!" she insisted. I ignored this advice, but then, one summer, I decided to write down a few of the tails about cats that I had told to Tryskuit and Nabysko.

These are the stories that will appear in this section of the blog.

Above is an image, created by my talented niece, Amber Swallow, when she was still in high school, to help illustrate a story about Art, a cat who tried to fly his Catabria airplane over Denali.

If any of you southerners are confused by this word, "Denali," it is the name of the mountain that so many well-intentioned folk who don't know any better mistakenly call "Mt. Mc... Mt. McK... Mt. Mck... in... in.. le.." Oh, hell! I can't even say it! I'm not talking about a hamburger here! I'm talking about the highest mountain in North America, the mountain that rises higher vertically over the surrounding terrain than does any other mountain in the world.

I'm talking about Denali.