As part of our Memorial day tradition, we have taken to flying kites. It began several years ago when we went to a city wide kite festival near the Museum of Science and Industry in Chicago. It was an amazing site to see kites of all colors and sizes floating in the sky. There were dragons, box kites, and everything you needed to make a kite and take off.
So yesterday, we met up with some friends along Lake Michigan, and let the fun begin. We were well equipped with our $1.99 kites from Walgreen’s. Some of our friends brought the big Chinese dragon kites. Others had the super powered rocket ships. And one even had a kite that not only flew, but was constructed to sound like a buzzing bee. Some barely got off the ground, but our Walgreen’s kite touched the clouds and seemed very reluctant to come down.
You remember that line from the movie, “Field of Dreams,” “If you build it, they will come.” Wow, is that ever true for kites. Despite open fields, soccer games, and playgrounds; kids from all over came over to watch the kites. They wanted to put them together, touch them, and hold them in flight.
At one point, this very lonely boy, came by and asked to hold the kite. Despite my request that he hold on tight, he, of course let go. However two older boys ran after it in this jumping, laughing, silly manner. They seemed sure they could catch it. But …..the kite flew away.
Let me begin by saying, we have two cats, Ed and Gogurt. Ed is a 16 lb fur ball of love. He is more of a thinker than a doer. He is more prone to stretch out and nap on the treadmill than use it. Gogurt is a spunky, curious kitten with “catitude”. He perches himself on the stairway banister, jumps in the tub just as the shower is about to come, and snoozes in the napkin basket. They are an important part of our family.
We take them into the vet for their scheduled visits. I find the whole experience of watching people and their pets interact in the waiting room quite amusing. But what I find even more amazing is hearing the vets tell us all the things we “must” do for the cats. The most recent being, “brush their teeth.”
I have a hard enough time getting my sons to brush and now I ‘ve got to deal with Ed and Gogurt? The vet gave us a Cat Toothbrush or Brosse a’ Dents Pour Chats. And some poultry flavored toothpaste. The Virbac corporation who makes this product suggests the following about the toothpaste; “good to chew, better to rinse, best to brush!” Why would I do this? Because they suggest it is for ” fresh breath, cleaner teeth and better health for your pet.” I won’t even tell you about flossing.
I love Ed and Gogurt, but I can’t honestly say their breath is a big concern. I’m frankly more concerned about cats who smell like chicken.
As many of you know from reading previous blog entries. We went through a vigorous search and find mission before we adopted Ed the cat from Paws, Chicago. Ed has been with us for several months now and can best be described as a “fat cat.” He has a fondness for food. No one is quite certain how he got so big. Perhaps we are all in denial and will soon be going Catovereaters anonymous (COA). He is cuddly. He still purrs when he plops on your lap. He likes to join my wife and I in bed. In fact, he makes for a rather comfy pillow. And then there is Gogurt.
Gogurt has what I like to call “catitude.” He greets Ed by jumping on him trying to get him to play. And true to Ed’s cool cat ways, he “pawslaps” Gogurt and then licks him clean. Gogurt is like the kid who is excited by just hearing you’re going to the amusement park. But what surprises everyone is how much Gogurt lets Ry and J pick him up, cradle him, and hug him. He seems to intuit that the intention is good even if the style may be awkward.
There is talk of bringing one more kitten into the house once Gogurt gets big..hopefully just not quite as big as Ed.