Pull Up Your Cat

Good morning, Caturdenizens. How’s everybody? Yes, well, I know. Consider this an open thread for kitteh talk and reminiscences: of our original creator and host, Southern Dragon, real name Richard de Berry. I doubt that we could help ourselves, right? Feel free to include reminiscences of furry loved ones who’ve crossed the bridge, too.

Tell us all your kitteh news. I’m trying to think of any of mine: two are arranged on the recliner now; one on my hip, the other on the footboard. One is on a sofa cushion I put on the floor last week; and the fourth and newest, Big Boy (the less and less feral), is ensconced in his bed in the kitchen.

Still can’t get Big Boy to explore further than the far side of the kitchen. A couple months ago he turned up in the living room, a few feet from my chair, stretched out on one of the cardboard scratching boxes. But that’s the only time he’s ventured so far. Still, he’s come quite a way; I’m sure he’ll make it into the living room eventually.

A link to the videos from Big Cat Rescue, one of Richard’s perennial favorites (one of faves, the annual Pumpkin Massacre):

I know all of us are wondering and worrying about the fate of Richard’s own cats. Several of us have given our contact info to OmAli to pass on to Richard’s best friend or brother in case they need help finding homes, or paying for their care. I know some other folks have mentioned contributing in the remembrance threads of the last week. I hope OmAli will have time to drop by and update us on the kittehs’ status. She’s got to be busy though; her husband is out of the hospital but still sick (they don’t keep you till you’re well, y’know, what a crazy idea!), so he will need her care and time. ((((OmAli)))) And thank you so much for taking on the task of keeping us informed right through to the saddest news.

Y’know, usually I can blather on about anything, certainly about the kitties, but I’m finding it hard this time. Can’t imagine why that should be. Like Peggy said, Southern Dragon has left a hole the size of a Greyhound. How did he do that without our ever having met in “real life?” Yet, everywhere I go, everything reminds me….here there’s a story or a video he’d enjoy for Caturday, there my “bad cat” makes me want to ask his advice…well, you all know what I mean.

Oh, and if we needed any more signs and portents than our great-souled friend departing with a great storm, I got another when I opened my flickr account to look for pictures: it greeted me with “NAMASTE Tejanarusa!”
So, it’s your turn, caturdenizens: Tell us your stories.

UPDATE: Some of us are racking our brains trying to remember the names of all Southern Dragon’s kittehs. I bet among us all, we can name all thirteen. Here are the ones I can think of: Nagi, Sita, Mojo, Shiimsa…so, only nine more to go!

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