Still Brothers

This is Tiger and today is human Father’s Day.  Even though I don’t know where my father is, and I am not a father, still I am a big brother to Benji.  I think it is important to remember what we have instead of being sad about what we don’t have. Sometimes I complain about Benji but he is playful and full of vigor and reminds me how wonderful youth is. I am doing my best to mentor the little boy and I think he is coming along. I am pleased.

This is Benji and someday I want to be just like Tiger.  He is very smart and patient with me and even though he is bigger he doesn’t beat me up when I sometimes jump on him.  Also he has two good ears.

We are brothers.

~Tiger and Benji

The Most Interesting Cats in the World

This is Tiger, the mature one in the house.  I don’t always pose like this; but when I do it will be on the most luxurious cover I can find.

This is Benji and I agree you’re lookin’ good for your age Tiger.  But you can’t overcome youth.

~ Tiger and Benji, the most interesting cats in the world

Weary of the Sunshine

“Benji,” I said. “What are you doing under there?  It must be the weather, huh? ”

“Catchin’ some shade,” he said. “It’s too hot for me. The sun penetrates my fur and slows me down.  Zaps me of all my strength. Like this,” he said.

“Oh Benji, I understand, ” I replied.  “I’m feeling rather lethargic myself with these temperatures in the eighties.  We’re just not used to it anymore.”

“True, ” he said. “But I still have more energy than you do because I’m a cat and I have youth on my side.  Wanna see?”

“Okay, Benji, yes.  You made your point. You still got it.”

~Susanne and Benji

Still the Handsome Tiger

This is Tiger and I gotta tell you it’s not easy being the oldest cat in the family.  They let that boy run wild and do things I would never have gotten away with.  Times change I guess.

Flying around the house.  Howling at the top of the stairs. Climbing on the roof for Pete’s sake!

‘O isn’t he cute?’  Sue gushes to Bob as she runs to fetch her camera.

Benji on the printer.  Benji watching TV.  Benji  this and Benji that.

Benji. Benji. Benji.

Spoiled.  Completely spoiled.

Now do not think I am jealous.  No, no, I would never go back if I could.  I continue to maintain my dignity. So what if I put on a few pounds. They will sustain me in the lean years to come.  Maybe I can’t move as fast as I used to, but what’s the big hurry after all?  Speed must be tempered by wisdom.  It is wisdom to contemplate, to reflect.  To stop and smell the roses, if you will. (And the lavender. And the catmint.  But I digress.)

These eyes have seen many things that Benji cannot even imagine for he is still young.  And they are still the only green eyes in this house (and most handsome I am told.)

I know Sue still loves me and she is doing the best she can with the boy. He was a rescue cat after all and has a chopped ear.  It will take him time to overcome.

Still handsome after all these years and with both ears intact,

~ Tiger

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Gee, I didn’t know he was so sensitive.

~  Benji

Cat on a Cold, Wood Roof!

First let me say I have had many cats throughout most of my adult life. Black ones. Brown ones.  Gray ones.  White ones. Long haired, short haired. Small and large. I saw them jump. Play. Chase. Hunt. Climb trees.  All the things that cats do.  But I never, ever, ever saw one of them on my roof.

Until today.

I had come home from church and was met by my mom who had a story to tell.  She had heard a loud kerplunk on the roof and when she went to investigate guess what she saw.  A bird?  I said.   A raccoon?  I wondered.  Guess again.  Guess again.

I give, I give, I said.  But I already knew.

It was a cat!  That crazy boy, Benji to be more specific.

At first she thought she might try to help him down (she could almost reach him from the back porch she said) but had decided against it.  (Thank you mom. I would have been more distressed to find you both stuck.)

She finally figured, well,  he got up there somehow, he would have to find his own way down. And he did.  And when he came in the house after his big adventure, she had a good talk with him and he promised never to do that again.  Uh-huh.  That’s what he said.

Except he did.  In the next hour. I helped him down twice.  That’s it, I said.  No more!

I shall have to talk to your father when he gets home I said.  Until then you are on restriction.

Now please do not think me a poor cat parent.  This one has a wild streak and we are doing the best we can with him.

But honestly. Isn’t he cute when he’s asleep?

~  Susanne

Gardening with Benji and Tiger

We finally have a few days with no rain in the forecast so it is time for some serious spring gardening. My goal today is to prepare the beds for planting and for this work I am joined by my faithful assistant Benji.  We focus our attention on a vegetable bed which has been taken over by a massive tangle of unidentified roots.

When it’s time for a break Benji  heads to the stream and I can’t help but notice what a handsome boy he is, a real tribute to the feline species!  He seems to understand this and poses for me.

After the work is nearly done, Tiger joins us and finds the catmint beginning to sprout amid another tangle of weeds.  I’ll save that for next time.

~   Susanne