Grandma refused to name here cat "Squirt," which was my original suggestion. She told me it was too graphic of a name for her. Graphic indeed... Only graphic after I exploited the poor thing's bowel issues to the entire world. Instead, she named the cat Mazie. Crazy Mazie!
Mazie lives outside now--her days in the bathroom are over (thank goodness). She likes to sit in the window-sill, looking in on Grandma's sink, while Grandma cooks in the kitchen or does the dishes. We can bring Mazie inside, as long as we hold her and keep her from running around. I like to sit in my favorite chair and play with Mazie the crazy cat. Rarely is she content to merely sit and enjoy a warm lap and friendly stroking hand--she always wants to play. She chases my hand around, batting at it with her paws and chewing on my fingers. When Mazie gets rough, Grandma says, "Jessie, you just gotta tell her to play nice. She does speak English, you know!"
I remember the first time she said that. After claiming the cat's brilliant linguistic capabilities, Grandma scooped Mazie up off the couch, and smacked a giant grandma-kiss right into the cat's face. Then she snuggled the kitty into her neck, smiling like a schoolgirl.
I don't know why, but it hit me so tenderly, when Grandma kissed her cat--she loves that cat. After seeing how much love Grandma felt for her cat, I can hardly comprehend the love she has for other people, and me. She must really love me.
Grandma will tell everyone that ever since the day she got married, she has been "takin' care of folks," cooking for people, and serving people in her home. This is absolutely the truth. Grandma and Grandpa both know that every weekend somebody will drop in. Whether it's a traveling or visiting family member, or just some lost soul from the freeway. Anyone who shows up at Grandma's house is welcome, and will most likely get a meal. That is my Grandma.
Grandma taught me how to really love a cat.
Grandma taught me how to really love a friend.
Grandma taught me how to really love a stranger.
I bet that Mazie likes the window-sill above the sink, because she loves Grandma, and that's where Grandma is--in the kitchen...
...takin' care of folks.
Mazie lives outside now--her days in the bathroom are over (thank goodness). She likes to sit in the window-sill, looking in on Grandma's sink, while Grandma cooks in the kitchen or does the dishes. We can bring Mazie inside, as long as we hold her and keep her from running around. I like to sit in my favorite chair and play with Mazie the crazy cat. Rarely is she content to merely sit and enjoy a warm lap and friendly stroking hand--she always wants to play. She chases my hand around, batting at it with her paws and chewing on my fingers. When Mazie gets rough, Grandma says, "Jessie, you just gotta tell her to play nice. She does speak English, you know!"
I remember the first time she said that. After claiming the cat's brilliant linguistic capabilities, Grandma scooped Mazie up off the couch, and smacked a giant grandma-kiss right into the cat's face. Then she snuggled the kitty into her neck, smiling like a schoolgirl.
I don't know why, but it hit me so tenderly, when Grandma kissed her cat--she loves that cat. After seeing how much love Grandma felt for her cat, I can hardly comprehend the love she has for other people, and me. She must really love me.
Grandma will tell everyone that ever since the day she got married, she has been "takin' care of folks," cooking for people, and serving people in her home. This is absolutely the truth. Grandma and Grandpa both know that every weekend somebody will drop in. Whether it's a traveling or visiting family member, or just some lost soul from the freeway. Anyone who shows up at Grandma's house is welcome, and will most likely get a meal. That is my Grandma.
Grandma taught me how to really love a cat.
Grandma taught me how to really love a friend.
Grandma taught me how to really love a stranger.
I bet that Mazie likes the window-sill above the sink, because she loves Grandma, and that's where Grandma is--in the kitchen...
...takin' care of folks.
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