Showing posts with label Wasilla. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wasilla. Show all posts

Sunday, October 5, 2008

Another intermission: Yesterday, I met Callie, the calico; Kracker Cat history will return soon

After joining Sunflower for a breakfast-lunch yesterday, I was driving home when I saw a calico cat sitting in a yard alongside a woman who raked her autumn leaves. Not-withstanding the fact that I if I stopped it would interrupt my history of the Kracker Cats, what choice did I have?

I had to stop!

Dressed in a house robe, the lady looked at me curiously as I parked the car, got out, and walked toward her. The kitten looked at me, too. I wondered if it would be a scaredy cat, or a bold cat.

"Is your cat friendly?" I asked.

In answer it came bounding right up to me. It is hard to photograph a cat when it comes right up to you and wants to stay right there.

All you get is a blurry eye.

"Yes," the woman said. "She's friendly."

I learned that the calico's name is "Callie." I wonder where that name came from?

Wherever it came from, it's a good name. Callie. Yes, I like that name!

The woman got the cat from her daughter's mother-in-law. Her daughter's mother-in-law got the mother of Callie from the woman's own daughter who gave it to her as a special gift - kind of a family circle thing.

I asked the woman to tell me a special story about Callie, but maybe she felt odd, standing there in her house robe, going through a surprise interview about her calico on a fall day in Wasilla, Alaska, home of Vice-Presidential candidate Sarah Palin, because on this account her mind went blank.

"I can't think of any stories," she answered. "She's very friendly, and playful. She has a lot of energy."

Do you doubt it? Then take note of the leaf in front of her.

Callie sent that leaf flying!

Callie comes from a line of cats who are born with broken tails, as were some of her siblings. If I understood this correctly, Callie herself has birthed a litter and kittens in it came out with broken tails. If I understand wrong, and it was not Callie who birthed this litter, then it was one of her close relatives.

Broken tails or not, you can betcha that these gosh-darn Wasilla cats sure do come out pretty. There's a wink for ya!


Friday, August 29, 2008

Wasilla, Alaska, once tranquil home of the Kracker Cats, suddenly and unexpectedly pulled into the national spotlight by John McCain and Sarah Palin


We could not believe the news we received via a phone call this morning, shortly after we staggered out of bed. We heard that John McCain was going to announce that Sarah Palin, of the Kracker Cats' own little town of Wasilla, would be his running mate for Vice President. 

So we turned on the TV. It was true. John McCain called her out, introduced her and then she started to speak. Jimmy jumped up onto the TV stand for about 30 seconds. He did not voice an opinion. The only politics he cares about is cat politics, in which the debates are short and often involve a quick hiss and a slashing claw.


Now, everybody is going to want to know about Wasilla. National and international news media will pour into this valley like a flood, hoping to learn about this place. Maybe the Kracker Cats and we their people will have to move to a more out of the way spot, from where no one is running for Vice President, just to find a little peace and quiet.

Looks like I have to wait at least another day to catch up on the recent, backlogged, Kracker Cat photos.