So, the other night, my husband, one of the cats, and I were in the living room watching TV, when we heard a strange rattling commotion in the kitchen. I bravely got up to check. No, I didn’t see either Santa or eight tiny reindeer come early. In fact, it took me a moment to pin point the noise, which came from some fancy paper bags hanging by a hook next to the top of the refrigerator. A single green eye peered out at me warily.
A call of my friend’s name, and Rosalind poked her head out defiantly, daring me to challenge her position.
Now, you’ve got to understand, these bags are hanging almost six feet off the floor. Rosie the Riveter had to have jumped up on the counter on the other side of the refrigerator, climbed over the top of it, then slid into the bags. Like her namesake, “She CAN do it!”How she plopped her nine pounds in there without the bags ripping and dropping her plop on the floor is beyond me. Strong bags, I guess. Here, I register shock as Yang commemorates the moment on, well, I guess not film – just digitally.
When we lowered her majesty to the floor, she was not amused. Maybe she should train for Army Special Forces or the Navy Seals?
In Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein the creature created by Frankenstein demands that humanity take their fair share of responsibility for their abusive treatment making him as much a monster on the inside as he appears on the outside: “Am I to be thought the only criminal, when all humanity sinned against me? . . . .I, the miserable and the abandoned, am an abortion, to be spurned at, kicked, and trampled on. Even now my blood boils at the recollection of this injustice.” How different things would have turned out for him (and most of Switzerland!) if, after his “father” Victor spurned him, the creature had been taken in paw by my cats Natasha and Rosalind. They have nothing but tenderness, friendliness, and courtesy for the “monsters” – although mice are another matter. Look at this adorable face!
Here is Natasha proudly keeping company with her new monstrous acquaintance. No contumely or spurning can be seen on her furry countenance.
Of course ‘Tasha is always solicitous of her companion’s well-being. A well-timed nuzzle is just the thing to make a creature forget all about those nasty villagers and their pitchforks or flaming torches!
Most important of all, Natasha Rose knows that it’s important to listen and learn from others. You can expand your horizons, and you build others’ confidence by validating that they have something valuable to teach you! Here, she attentively follows the observations of a friendly Halloween death’s head.
And of course, sometimes it’s nice just to have a relaxing sit down with a screaming good guest in the parlor.
Or perhaps Natasha is giving him therapy. “Tell me how you feel about people chasing you with flaming torches and pitch forks.” Dr. Bob Hartley would be proud.
Not to be outdone by her big sister, Rosalind (aka Rosie Roosevelt Yang) makes the Scream feel at home with a lively game of hide and seek. Play therapy?
So, whatever kind of human or inhuman you are, try not to be too quick to call those you don’t understand monsters. Instead,– follow the leads of Rosalind and Natasha – except when it comes to mice.
The C.A. T. Cat Assistant Teacher
One of my cats, Rosalind, has decided that I work too hard, so, she has elected to join me in returning to the classroom. She will be my C(at) A(ssistant) T(eacher). See, she’s already to head out the door.
I think she initially intended this as a surprise, as you can see from her surreptitious insertion of herself into my book bag.
She may also figure that this is a clever way to check up on people who may be cheating during quizzes. She’s good at catching mice and moles, so cheaters are probably in her repertoire as well.
Whatever the case, she will probably be grading some papers for me. So, if you decide to complain about your grade, remember that she has not been declawed – and her fangs are pretty darn sharp. have a nice day.