NaNoWriMo: Day 7

Jacoby tasted the air as he dragged his human towards the collection of machinery and tools that his friends called home. His tail went a little higher as he scented his friend Romeo. “Hey! Hey, Romeo!” He called out.

Romeo perked his ears. He recognised that voice. “Jake?”

“Yep! I managed to convince my human to come over here. How have you been?” Jacoby asked. Male cats who didn’t live together weren’t usually friend, but Jacoby and Romeo had met one summer in the grassy area behind Romeo’s buildings and had sensed in each other a kindred spirit.

Romeo stretched and hopped down from the green plastic bin on which he’d be sunning. “Oh, not bad. You know, it’s getting colder, and it’s always hard the two suns the men aren’t here. But it’s been dry and there haven’t been too many dogs. How about you?”

Jacoby shrugged. “Oh, nothing crazy. My human took me on the subway a bunch of times, and I wondered if I’d see you, but I guess your train tracks are different from those tracks. And we went in a long car trip to one of those places with lots of cats and humans who touch us. Have you ever been to one of those?”

Romeo smiled to himself. Sometimes Jacoby forgot how different their lives were. He just shook his head.

“And I won some ribbons!” Jacoby rambled on. “I don’t really understand what’s so great about them, but my human gets really excited and happy when I get one. I guess they are pretty, but they don’t really do anything. Still, making her happy makes me happy…you know how it is? Do you have a human?”

“Well, there are the men, but they’re here for all of us. I don’t really have a human all my own,” Romeo said. “But don’t you have to share your human with the other cats you live with?”

“Kind of, but not really,” Jacoby responded. “I mean, she takes care of all of them, but I’m the only male. So she loves me best.”

Romeo shook his head at Jacoby’s logic. Still, none of his humans was a female, so how was he to know how it worked.

And, just for fun…


…Jake really does talk to Romeo!

More photos of the Canadian Somali resuce

Mandi sent me a few more photos Mr. Somali (who still has not revealed his name).


Here are a few more pictures of the kitty. I found him sleeping in the
sink last night.




This afternoon he had a good brushing which made him purr like mad.


Awww! Doesn’t he look like he’s settling in well?

Aby-a-Day – November 11: Remembrance

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

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We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

John McCrae, 1915

Happy Ending for Canadian Somali!

Remember the poor Somali boy I posted about on Wednesday? Well, Mandi just sent me an email and he is safe and sound with her at home.

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Doesn’t he look happy?

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And relieved! He knows he’s been rescued, and it shows.


Even the bathroom is better than the shelter! He doesn’t have a name yet; the shelter took that away from him, too. But he’ll have a new one soon, I’m sure.

Thank you, Mandi!