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The Monday Post-Festival Exhaustion

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I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I know we didn’t put up a blog Wednesday or Friday, and now we’re reneging on THE MONDAY BOOK! We’re sorry, but frankly, folks, it was quite the BIG STONE CELTIC DAY festival this year!

So could I entice you to hop over to the BIG STONE CELTIC DAY page on Facebook (that link is gonna take you to my page, but you can jump from there or scroll down past the latest rescue cats to see the videos) and consider, instead of a Monday book, a Monday sheepdog expo, a Monday bagpipe band, a Monday parade of cool people happy to be doing something fun, a Monday series of musical videos from various festival venues, and a Monday post-festival happy exhausted vibe from Jack, me, and the bookstore cats?

Foster kitty Prospero pretty much summed up our mutual positions on Sunday. He spent the whole weekend being cuddled and carried around the shop by cooing strangers speaking in baby talk. It’s hard work. (And we promise to come out strong with blog posts again starting Wednesday. We’re just kinda… knackered right now.

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Angus still Sees Clearly from One Eye

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DSCN0455Good morning everyone. My name is Angus and I’m a foster cat at the bookstore. I’m the last one here, and Mom says not to be upset about that; it’s just that people don’t understand black cats. She says someday soon somebody’s gonna walk in here and pick me up and find out what a great snuggler I am and how pretty my purr is, and they’re gonna take me home.

She says it a lot. I think she’s trying to make me feel better.

See, I have this wonky eye. My left eye has kind of a second eyelid over it. It doesn’t hurt and it doesn’t bother me much, since I don’t have to hunt for food anymore. When I was a little kitten out with the feral colony at the high school, it was kind of a problem, so I used to be pretty skinny. Mom says now I’m “solid.”

But the eyelid is, well, it’s kinda ugly so I know people look at me and then look away. Mom says the way I lift my head to see on that side is endearing, and somebody’s gonna love me for that. Again, I appreciate her efforts to keep my spirits up.

Being a black cat – with just a few white chest hairs – and having a bad eye, and then being about 13 weeks old, it’s like three strikes in a one-strike world, y’know? Is anybody ever gonna love me?

Although, I do have one thing going in my favor. I’m neutered. Didn’t hurt a bit. Worst part was skipping breakfast. Mom took me to the clinic and this pretty little blond nurse held my paw and told me to be brave, and then I got sleepy, and then I woke up and could have all the food I wanted. Nothing to it.

Mom says lots of people are looking for boy cats already neutered, and any day now…..

Yeah, yeah. I don’t mind what kind of home it is. I like dogs and I like other cats, (that’s me with my foster brother playing Boxes) and I LOVE people. Carry me, cuddle me, pull my tail (gently, you know). Just don’t call me late to dinner. I got a lot of love to give, y’know? I just wanna get started.042

So, maybe sometime soon, someone will walk in here like Mom says, and look at me, and I’ll look at them, and that’ll be that. I’ll be ready. I’ve got my favorite jingle toy all picked out – Mom says I can take it with me -and maybe a blankie. I’m ready!!!!