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How the Calico Cat Got Her Colors

Once a long, long time ago lived a very nice gray cat named Gilda. She was very, very nice.



Her mother shook her head. "Gilda is not as big as her brother George," she remarked. "Whenever I need to make sure something doesn't blow away, George is there to sit on it and help."



"She is not a jumper like her sister Gracie," said her mother.



"And she cannot catch her food in water, like her brother Eugene."



Gilda did not mind the criticism. She did not feel like less of cat. She kept busy, helping the other animals.

When the birds needed a warm nest in the winter, Gilda game them some of her fur.



When the horse was bothered by flies, Gilda was there to brush them away with her tail.



When the dog had no one to chase, Gilda was always happy to help.



While her brothers and sisters caught mice and fish and jumped and climbed and ran and stalked, Gilda kept helping the other animals. "Gilda is not quick or a good jumper like her brothers and sisters," said her mother. "But she is a very nice cat."

One day Gilda grew ill. She had no energy. She did not want to eat. She did not want to drink. She curled into a ball and hoped to heal. Her mother licked her fur. Her brothers and sisters caught her tasty mice.

All the animal friends came by to visit.

Finally, Gilda started to get well again. She ate a little. She drank a little water. She was very weak. And she had lost all her fur. Poor Gilda was a very naked cold little cat.

That's when he friends came to the rescue. Each brought Gilda fur and feathers, in all the colors they had. The dog gave Gilda some white fur from the fluff beneath her tail. The horse gave her dark fur, as dark as night. The birds gave her feathers of deep orange. They wove it all into a coat for Gilda, that covered her from head to tail.



"She is not big like her brother George," they agreed.



"She is not a jumper like her sister Gracie."



"She cannot catch anything in water, like her brother Eugene," they said.



"But she is a nice cat, a sweet cat, and a cat with many colors."



And they it was right that Gilda, who was now a calico cat, was the nicest kitty a cat can be.

Be Sure to Wear Some Flowers in Your Fur

In a former life, this kitty was a flower child. She, no doubt, roamed the Haight Ashbury handing out daisies to passersby and singing songs of peace and love. Her hair was long and flowing, and she always wove flowers in it. She wore dresses made from India bedspreads that smelled like sandalwood incense. If there was a love-in at Golden Gate Park, you could ount on her to be there. And she had a name like Sunshine.

In this life, she has been reincarnated as a cat. A lampwork glass cat, also named Sunshine.



Now she has flowers on her tummy and on her hips.



Instead of the songs she sang, she purrs a happy peace-and-love purr.



And yes, she's still up for a Love-In. Rescue her from my ebay store and take her there!

A Tail of Three Kitties

In Dickens' "A Tale of Two Cities," handsome hero and former aristocrat Charles Darnay becomes a victim of the French Revolution's wrath despite the fact that he's a good guy, and Sydney Carton, a sleazy British lawyer, tries to redeem himself for his past sleaziness by ultimately substituting himself for Darnay on the guillotine. Oh yes. Darnay's wife, Lucie Manette, is the daughter of a doctor who spent 18 years in the Bastille, lost his mind, and made shoes.

This set - a choker necklace and matching earrings - features three lampwork glass kitties: Charles, Lucie, and Sydney. Though it might appear they are guillotine victims.



They are, in fact, members of the charm world, who can exist with only heads. Each is the guardian of a large Chinese crystal.



In the Charm Revolution, Mewie Catoinette was said to have uttered the phrase, "Let them use Chinese crystals," when the poor charms could not afford Swarovski crystals.



These three kitties were brave soldiers in the Charm Revolution. Lucie spelled out secret messages in catnip. Charles fed the revolutionaries tuna. And Sydney slept in the shoes that Dr. Manette made.




They're all really very nice, and now attempt to lead sedate lives with frequent naps and time spent with grandkittens. While currently in my ebay store, they would prefer life decorating someone who knows all the words to "La Marseillaise," or at least a few. (Hint: Allons enfants de la patrie, Le jour de gloire est arrivé OR Arise children of the fatherland, The day of glory has arrived).



Marchons!

All Cats Go to Heaven?

If all cats go to heaven, what’s it like there? Are the streets lined with tuna? Are there fences of doggie noses, just for swatting? Does cat food come with just the gravy part that sticks in the can? Can you catch birds and then let them go (because, face it, birds taste yucky with the feathers still on)? Do lizards re-grow their tails to make them easier to catch over and over again? Do kitty dreadlocks magically untangle themselves?

All that and more, I’m sure. We can ask Phono. She’s up there, stalking yummy crunchy mousies. (She’s pictured here with her sister, Rhino, who is still among us.)



So I made a bracelet with some of the features available for cats when they go to heaven.







“All Cats Go to Heaven,” in my eBay store:
http://stores.ebay.com/Cornerstoregoddess

It'll have to do, until Phono gets back to us with some particulars.