Sunday, February 12, 2006

A Cat Of Superior Breeding

I don’t know if you go back and read past comments on the postings, but anyone who did would find, under the February 9th posting, the following message -


Sid, ACOSB, CatLittOxon. said...
Well, the blog is nice, but where am I? I
expected to see a great big picture of ME -- Sid! And what do I get? Cats on
notebooks, for mercy's sake! Use the blinking notebook to write CAT STORIES,
Missus. And get up a picture of ME! And those other cats, too -- except Dyl.


There are also other posters – Anna Lucia and Anne McAllister – who asked to hear about my cats. Both of these posters have personal acquaintance with the four felines who live with me and so they are somewhat prejudiced in their favour. And I suspect that Ms McAllister who would catnap Sid the ACOSB in the blink of an eyelid if I didn’t check her luggage for purring each time she leaves after a visit and who has for the past some years been conducting a correspondence with him by email had a hand – or maybe a paw – in pressing for more Cat Stories.

But Sid is an important member of my family and so . . .

Let me say at once that I never intended to have four cats. In my childhood, I had a cat. From the first days of my marriage and my first home, I had, originally, one cat – a ginger tom. But then I spotted a tiny, too young to be taken from his mother black and white kitten and so there were two. Two cats are a good number. They keep each other company. There is one for my knee, one for the BM’s. And that was how it was to start. Then those original 2 cats left this one of their nine lives and their places had to be filled – by Robert Redford (Bob) another ginger tom and Spiffy (originally Ivan but that's another story) another black and white. So far so good. 2 is a nice number.

But then the RSPCA had a small damaged grey stray – he’d been hit by a car and he had cat flu – he needed a good home and he needed nursing. And I’m a sucker for a furry hard luck story and so Dylan came to live with us. Oh well, 3 is a nice number. There’s one for my lap and one for the BM’s – and one left over for any visitor (like Anne or Anna) who wants a lapwarmer)

But cats decide who they’re going to live with. And one night we opened the door to let the cats in and in came Bob, Dylan, Spiffy – and Spiffy brought a friend with him. A handsome, big (very big) black and brown tabby who just about announced that he lived here and would I please show him where the food was. (Actually I don’t believe he said please – just 'Lemmme at the food!’)

And so Sid came into our lives. We tried to keep him out in the hope he would go home, but he just sat outside our patio doors and yelled and yelled and yelled. We couldn’t sleep. The neighbours couldn’t sleep and Sid was not moving. So we let him in. We tried to find his previous owners at the start - but then when we found that he had half his whiskers pulled out and air gun pellets in his stomach, we decided they weren’t worth looking for. We called him Sid because of an ancient radio comedy programme called Round the Horne which had a character named Rambling Sid Rumpo in it. Rambling Sid suited the wanderer. At first he was a rather pathetic creature. He was nervous and panicked if anyone went near him, he slept with his eyes open and twitched and moaned in his sleep. His tail – and his tail – a wonderful, thick, richly furred tail, stayed down. He didn’t even have enough spirit to lift his tail for the first five months he was with us.

But once he was secure in his chosen home, Rambling Sid turned into A Force in Fur. He lost the ‘Rambling’ part of his name and gained a knighthood. As TS Elliott says, cats have many names – and this is certainly true of The Force - his full title grew until it became Sir Sidney St John Willoughby Portly-Lummox ACOSB (A Cat of Superior Breeding). Anne McAllister has added to that by awarding him the honours of Earl of Hellions Bumpstead and Lord of Blubberhouses. (And for those of you who are laughing at those ridiculous names, I assure you they are real, genuine English village names the first in Essex, the second in North Yorkshire.)

Since his arrival Sid has become A Personality (note – I resisted the temptation to say A Purrsonality). He now regularly appears on my web site – where he often gets more fan mail than I do). He is the one who ensures total fairness in the choice of all the winners of my contests. I put all the names of the entrants on pieces of paper, top each one off with a cat crunchie and the one Sid eats first is the winner. If this was the 1600s and not the 2000s, he would probably get me accused of being a witch and having him as my familiar as he rarely leaves my side. He sleeps on my bed (well – he sleeps on me!). He sits on my lap, and if get up he follows me. And during the day, when I’m working, he sleeps on my desk, curled around the computer keyboard. He’s there now – dozing contentedly and occasionally reaching out a paw to pat my hand as I type. If I pause to think then he senses the silence, lifts his head and pushes it under my hand so that I have to stroke him. As an aid to thought it’s pretty good. He just wonders why it took us so long to realise this was where he belonged – he knew this was home from the moment he saw it. The only fly in the ointment - or cat in the way of the firespot, is Dylan. Dylan and Sid will never be friends and Dylan . . . But Dylan is another story.

So that’s Sid – or, as he’s usually known to my readers Sid The Cat. The capitals are important. In his mind, he’s The Cat and no one else gets a look in. Oh well, four cats is a very nice number - there's one for the BM's lap and two for anyone visitors. There's no room at all on my lap - that's Sid's territory and only his.


And now – if I’ve learned how to do it right – having talked about him for long enough (no, not quite long enough says Sid. You haven’t told them the story of . . . .) if I get this right then here – below – is a photo of The Cat Himself.
Sir Sidney St John Willoughby Portly-Lummox
Earl of Helions Bumpsteand and Lord of Blubberhouses
A Cat of Superior Breeding

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

About time!

That is a fine picture of me, Missus. However it should be at the TOP of the blog, not buried at the bottom. Sigh.

However, I suppose you will learn. I have been corresponding with my dear friend Anne today, and she says you are much smarter than she is when it comes to blogs, so I suppose there is hope for you.

Have you written any CAT STORIES in your pristine notebook yet? I should think you could be doing that rather than writing about non-furry heroes.

Kind regards and thank you for tea,
Sir Sidney, CatLittOxon

Anne McAllister said...

THE POWER OF FEET

That's what it is about Sid, really. It's his feet. Look at the picture. I mean, he's regal and all that. But what you really notice is -- he's got BIG FEET.

I have personal experience with his feet because he has walked on me. He, like our dear departed Goliath, has the uncanny ability to concentrate all his weight (times four) onto whatever foot he is currently using to propel himself forward. Thus this 20 pound cat exerts approximately 80 pounds of pressure per catfoot.

No wonder he's A Force. It's a wonder we who know and love him don't have footprints all over us!
Suffice to say, he makes an impression (groan).

I thought he'd like to know that his fame is spreading. I had an email a while back from a reader who was reading my GREAT MONTANA COWBOY AUCTION, in which Sid has a speaking role, and she said she was reading along and "all of a sudden, there was Kate's Sid!" Talk about being yanked out of the fantasy!

But then, the world with Sid is a better place than any fantasy -- and if you can have both, what a deal.

Yea, Sid!

Kate said...

Hi Kate! I just read your reply to my comment (from your original post) and yes you are right - I am the Katie that reviewed your books in Scotland and am now in NZ! Its great here!

And I would just like to add my fondness for Sid as he has picked my name as a winner for one of your contests in the past!

Cheers, Katie

Liz Fielding said...

Warmest wishes from Wales (that's the country, Sid, not the animal!) to His Lordship.

And welcome to the wonderful world of blogging, Kate. What took you so long!

Kate Walker said...

Sid - I turn my back and you get your paws on the leyboard! Not only are you sending notes to Anne, you're posting on my blog again! Anyone would think you were a literary cat.
And I have posted another photo of you on my web site !

Anne - ah yes, Sid's feet - they are BIG - but then so is the rest of him. Including his head. Which you made a lot bigger by writing about him not once but twice. He loved his important role in THE GREAT MONTANA COWBOY AUCTION, though he said there was some guy called Sloan who got rather too much of the spotlight when the REAL hero was Sid. He is a little peeved though that you have taken to writing about d-o-g-s.

Hi again Katie - I hoped you might be my reviewer . So you are doubly welcome. And I'd forgotten that Sid picked your name in one contest. He has a good eye for a winner - or maybe the crucnchie just smelled particularly good.

Liz - Sid says he's glad you explained. He was a little worried that you might be addressing him from inside some huge ocean mammal. He loves fish, but tuna is more his sort of thing - or salmon if he can get his paws on any. I've been blogging since August 05 - but that was on eHarlequin. Now I'm boldly going where no blog has been before (well with me in it anyway)

Anna Louise Lucia said...

Ah, Sid. Very much A Cat of Superior Breeding.

You know, I think four is the natural number for a household of cats. It's the number at which a family of cats can get maximum attention, while causing maximum disruption for comedy purposes.

Cats appreciate humour, but it's a very dry, subtle, make-them-suffer-but-look-innocent humour.

Love the "A Force" comment.

And all men worth having have big feet....

Anonymous said...

Sir Winston who resides in the USA, says to Sid, you may be of superior breeding but I am too! I was named after your Sir Winston Churchill. I also reside on the top of my masters desk while she does research and posts reviews for non-other than your Miss Kate.

So Sir Sid, I salute you all the way from the USA. Should you ever come to visit, I would share my Catnip with you!

Kate Walker said...

Anna - I agree - four is an excellent number of cats to make up a household, Sid sends his greetings to you.

Blueberri - Sid sends greetings to you too - he's glad to learn that you appreciate his majesty. And, like Anna, I'm sure you will agree that four cats is just the right number


My dear Sir Winston - I'm honoured to have you visit! Please pass on my best wishes to your human. If ever Sir Sidney does cross over the pond he will be delighted to partake of a little catnip with you. He loves to eat it, not just roll in it

 

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