All Purls. No Swine.
When a man loves cats, I am his friend and comrade, without further introduction--Mark Twain, 1887 Some of you have met him. Many of you have heard about him, or read about him. I’m talking about Psymon. My ginger-and-white cat who’s about seven years old, who first appeared in my life during the winter of… Continue reading Constantly Outwitted By My Cat…
It's been a little more than three years (April 2020), since I first posted this, and perhaps it deserves another airing. Psymon, who entered my life in mid-March 2019, is--without doubt--the smartest, nicest, kindest, best companion and most charming cat I've ever known.*** I've always had a soft spot for 'gingers,' (perhaps it's because I… Continue reading Climin’ Psymon–Redux 2023
I wrote about my Ur-cat Psymon a few months ago, about how he came into my life, and about his propensity for stealing cat food and climbing up library ladders. Well, add one more to the list. This story starts with the dogs, two giant Great Pyrenees who are, at the grand old ages of… Continue reading Psymon Strikes Again!
Psymon (the “P” is silent, as in “psychedelic” and “psittacosis”) is just the most recent of many feline friends to have ingratiated themselves unexpectedly but permanently into my life and heart over the past four decades. I first noticed him during the dead of winter 2018, when I saw him, often accompanied by an all-black… Continue reading Climin’ Psymon