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Middle Name Meme

The Rules:
1) You must post the rules on your post before you answer the questions.
2) You need to list one fact about yourself using each letter of your middle name. If you don’t have a middle name use your maiden name instead.
3) When you are finished with your answers, you tag one person for each letter of your name.

C is for Crazy Cat Lady. I think anyone who reads this blog knows by now that I am a crazy cat lady. If you have any doubts, read this post, and this post, and this post.

A is for Alone. As an introvert, I have always liked to be alone and prize my alone time highly. One reason I don’t have children is because the thought of never truly being alone again bothers me more than you can imagine.

R is for Reading. Reading is one of my favorite hobbies. Of course, most people think that since I am a librarian it is only logical. However, while it may be true that I am a bit of a bookworm, my love of reading really has little do with why I became a librarian.

O is for Olee. I have a cat named Olee. (Pronounced O Lee, not Ollie) Olee is as old as Mouse (going on 16) and only has three legs. Olee lives with my mom because when I went away to college I couldn’t have a cat in my dorm room. I offered to take Olee to live with me more than once after I moved out of the dorms but Mom is so attached to her that she wouldn’t let me.

L is for Librarian. Although I always thought being a librarian would be a neat job, it wasn’t until my junior year as an undergraduate that I started thinking about it as a career. I was an English major and I didn’t want to be a teacher. What else could I do?

Y is for Yellow. As a natural blonde, you will never catch me wearing anything that is predominantly yellow. It gives my skin a sickly green tinge.

N is for Novel. I am currently taking a novel writing class and working on my first novel. In case you are wondering, it is about a librarian.

I’m not tagging anyone… well, except maybe Dawn.

An Ode to Cats

I am a certified crazy cat lady. I have always loved cats and have had a number of them in my lifetime. I grew up in the country and though we didn’t have very much livestock, we always had lots and lots of cats. Here is a list of cats that have been special to me for one reason or another in my life:

Tigger

Tigger was the first cat I remember. I was about four when we had Tigger. Unfortunately, he ran away about the time my sister was born. I will always remember Tigger because one night when I tried to make him sleep with me, he scratched me between the eyes and left a scar near my right eyebrow that is still visible when I don’t pluck my eyebrows!

Buttermilk

Buttermilk was a great big tomcat and he ruled our neighborhood. He fought a lot and one of his ears was partially ripped off. I wanted to call him Butterscotch, but was outvoted. Buttermilk ran away when we moved out to the farm. My old neighbors claimed that he had made the 8 mile journey back into town and prowled around our old neighborhood for years afterward.

Smokey

Smokey was a stray that I adopted. It was with Smokey that I witnessed birth for the first time. Smokey lived to be a very old cat and eventually all but one of her fangs fell out and her fur became bunny-soft.

Penny, Jake, Tumbleweed, and Lark

Kittens that I adored. Unfortunately, they didn’t make it through more than one winter.

Panther

My all black tom cat. He wasn’t a very big cat, but he was solid. He was a great mouser and one of the few cats my dad allowed indoors.

Little One

The only one of his November litter to survive through the winter. I babied him and Little One became one of the biggest tom cats I ever saw!

Olee

Olee was a gift from an ex-boyfriend. As a kitten she got her leg caught in a lawnmower and had to have it amputated. Twelve years later, three-legged Olee still lives with my mom.

Those were the cats of my youth and while I loved each and every one of them, I was never as attached to any of them as I am to the three that I have now: Mouse, Scooter, and Harley. I celebrate their birthdays in September and Mouse is now twelve years old, Scooter nine, and Harley three.

They have moved with me more times than I can count, they provide me with hours of entertainment, and make me feel better when I am down. They are spoiled rotten and are sometimes a huge pain in the ass, but I would be lost without them.

With the exception of Harley, I thought they were getting old until my neighbor lady informed me that two of her three cats are over 20 years old. It made me happy to think that, barring any unforeseen circumstances, I could very well have them around for another 10 years!