A warm gathering between toddler, dad and cat ends in a high note

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

A warm gathering between toddler, dad and cat ends in a high note

Little Wry, Royce and Toast Ed were all snug and warm on the couch, enjoying each other's company.

Little Wry was overcome with an innocent, sweet, expression. This is when a toddler is at his most dangerous.

Suddenly, little Wry jumps up and kicks Dad... well, you know. Dad screams.

Now little Wry drops down with his knee. Royce is worried, but holds his ground.

Wry is very pleased. Royce ponders his own safety. Toast Ed squeaks out a few high notes.

12 comments:

momsbusy said...: OUCH!!! royce was very brave to have hung around after that. all of my kitties would have exited stage left very quickly. sure hope toast ed recovered.

we have missed your posts. hope all is well and it was just a busy schedule or the change in seasons.; October 6, 2009 at 4:51 AM
The Activist said...: I take this to be CATS On TUESDAY... and this is awesome. Shoulda shown a couple of newest pictures of my cats today. But am sure not up to it.; October 6, 2009 at 7:19 AM
Ikaika said...: How painfully sweet!! Brave Mr. Royce!; October 6, 2009 at 11:20 AM
Zippy, Sadie, Speedy and M'Gee said...: OUCH! We think Grampa will be extremely happy when all da grandchildren are old enuff to not accidently jump on, um, er, uh, sensitive areas.; October 6, 2009 at 3:11 PM
GLOGIRLY said...: This comment has been removed by the author.; October 6, 2009 at 3:13 PM
GLOGIRLY said...: I'm enjoying your blog...just stumbled onto it today. My husband is a little like you...very anti-cat...until our 3rd wedding anniversary when he brought home a tiny little ball of black and white fur. It was then that I knew he TRULY loved me. :o)

woops! made a spelling mistake in the first comment.; October 6, 2009 at 3:14 PM
Unknown said...: lol; October 6, 2009 at 8:13 PM
Debby said...: There are moments in parenthood that bring tears to your eyes. This would be one of them.

I have tears in my eyes too, strangely enough. No, (*coff*)I am not (*snort*) laughing at your poor son.(*gasp*); October 7, 2009 at 1:00 PM
Bill said...: momsbusy - not only did Toast Ed recover, but last night I saw him laughing when I guy on TV suffered a similar blow.

Standtall - I always look forward to seeing your cats.

Ikaika - I will tell Royce that you think he is brace.

zss - I don't know - that gave grampa a good photo op. Dad might be happy, though.

deleted - darn

glogirly - oh, deleted must have been you. Glad you enjoy the blog. I am a bit overwhelmed with too many things right now and have been letting it slip a lot, lately, but keep checking back. I will get it back on step, one of these days.

Glad your husband truly loves you - and the cat.

heidi - always nice to see you here

Debby - My son will be very glad to know that you did not laugh at him.; October 8, 2009 at 10:43 AM
Anonymous said...: Hi Uncle !
This is Ramya ( Ramz ).
I loved all the pictures , especially the one in which Royce is relaxing. Is Muzzy a St. Bernard? Loved his complexion! :))))

Your's ,
Ramz; January 7, 2011 at 11:36 PM
Grahamn Kracker said...: Niece Ramya - Muzzy is a St. Bernard!

This link will take you to the series of posts in which your dear akka Soundarya stars... :)... :(

http://nocatsallowed.blogspot.com/search?q=sandy; January 8, 2011 at 12:05 AM
managetransfers Debt Settlement Live Transfers said...: Ganga music it helps you to change many small factors that you may not even realize. The result of this is that you actually look more beautiful, as well.Ganga bhakti; October 17, 2019 at 4:21 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.