justplainbil

Just Plain Bill

What would my cat say?

I have a cat. His name is Luke, named by my mother-in-law, after the Paul Newman character in the film, Cool Hand Luke.

Luke was born in January 2000, in Santa Fe, New Mexico, and has lived in Arizona, California, New Mexico again, and now again resides in California. (It goes without saying that he’s adaptable, to say the least.)

Luke’s temperament is more like that of a dog, as he’s cuddly, occasionally comes when called, and has an extensive vocabulary which he uses to communicate his wishes and desires – or at least we’ve been trained to respond accordingly.

Luke’s role as an alarm clock is dependable, except that he does not always recognize weekends, or holidays, but sticks to his 5:00 AM wake up routine that continues until I arise.

The role of a household pet has been studied exhaustively, with the calming and “humanizing” affect unanimously recognized as an invaluable addition to most households.

As I complete this post, Luke is snoozing in one of his favorite spots, under the small table that holds our printer, kind of like the fort, or hideout I enjoyed while playing in large packing boxes as a very young boy. In fact, I believe I can hear his approving purr and so I will stop writing and give he a good scratching, especially under his chin, as he closes his eyes and has a look of rapture on his handsome feline face.

Luke is loved, and brings lots of love and joy to all he meets, and I hope to emulate his ability to bring peace and good will to others.