Saturday, October 31, 2009

For Whom the Dog Howls

Over the years, I have met a number of different people who are prejudiced. Some dislike cats. Quite a few dislike black cats in particular. Others dislike dogs. Then there are those who dislike both cats and dogs. And in extreme cases, they hate cats and/or dogs.

When Rebel first joined our family, I was told by someone that dogs are evil. "Why?" I asked. "Because they can see demons." Instantly, I politely retorted, "I see that as a good thing." I mean, wouldn't you want to know if there's a demon standing next to you? As my dad once told me in my childhood, "Don't be afraid of the dead; they can't hurt you. Only the living can hurt you." So my interpretation is, one's dog can protect one from living demons of the human variety.

On the other hand, my paternal grandmother believed in an old wives' tale regarding dogs, which I have found to be true personally. Twice. A howling dog portends impending death. This is not the same as an angel getting its wings every time a bell rings. Every time a dog howls, someone does not die. At least not in one's family or circle of friends--however, for all I know, it could be a portent for a total stranger halfway around the world. Seriously though, I recall my grandmother getting angry at our dog, Peppy, for howling because, soon afterwards, a family member died of a heart attack. My mother defended Peppy, by attempting to reason with her mother-in-law that even if it were true that our dog had sensed impending death somehow, he had not actually caused anyone to leave this world. That was forty years ago, and I vividly recall Peppy howling in the direction of my uncle's house in the neighborhood. The howling may have lasted a week or two; I do not recall the exact length of time. I do remember that Peppy had never howled prior to that time, nor did he howl after my uncle's death.

Not all dogs have this psychic gift, if you will. Howling does not necessarily always signify death. It could signify nothing. Maybe there's a dog in heat in the neighborhood. Maybe the dog's lonely or the dog simply likes to howl or....

Nonetheless, when Rebel started howling for the first time this summer, I had a gut feeling he was not howling because of a black bear, a dog in heat, or any mundane reason. I believe Rebel has inherited Peppy's psychic ability. No, they are not even remotely related, as far as I know, unless it is through reincarnation. I think it is just something that was meant to be in the family, sort of as a tradition. Therefore, I started watching my dog, whose howling was intermittent over a couple of months. And when my mom asked me in which direction Rebel was pointing, I already had the answer: New Jersey. Rebel's last howl occurred during the second week of October, and it was a blood-curdling, long, mournful howl, which was followed by a period of great sadness in my dog. Rebel's time for howling has passed, since death did come knocking on someone's door in New Jersey, and I think I may have convinced my mother to believe that old wives' tale, especially if it is coupled with a dream of a tooth falling out, which is another old wives' tale with the same end result.

Put on your costumes and bring out the candy for the trick-or-treaters. Just remember, ask not for whom the dog howls--the dog howls for thee. Happy Halloween!

Friday, October 30, 2009

My Creative Outlet

I used to write long e-mails to my friends about the feral cats. I saved all those sent e-mails because they were my online journal, so to speak. Unfortunately, my Internet service provider decided to delete them one day with no warning. The reason I was given was that they had decided to free up some space. My bad luck. I had not made any back-up files, and my friends had deleted my e-mails. With the exception of a few e-mails, my feral cat journal was lost forever. Needless to say, I was upset with my Internet service provider, especially when they told me they could not recover the deleted material. Right, I thought, there is a difference between could not and would not. Anyway, by sheer luck, since they had been saved elsewhere, I did manage to scrounge some e-mails from my former Internet provider. But I kicked myself for not having made back-up copies of everything.

After my loss, while I still continued to send e-mails about the cats and assorted wildlife, I also started writing in an old-fashioned journal. Honestly, I like the feel of a pen in my hands. Plus, the journal itself is a tangible object, which won't disappear with one click of the mouse.

As for blogs, I first heard about them on The View, where they used to mention Rosie O'Donnell's blog, and that was my first blogging experience. You will probably laugh at this, but I was unaware that anyone could create a blog for free, until I watched the movie Julie & Julia. When my nephew told me about blogspot, And a Cat Named Ponzo was created almost immediately.

There were many reasons why I created my blog. I no longer feel compelled to phone someone, either a family member or a friend, whenever I see a red raccoon, black bear, brown bat, etc., because I can now run to my computer and blog about it instead. I also no longer feel compelled to write long e-mails to friends who may not even read them. You might say the final straw for me was when I sent someone a detailed e-mail regarding Ponzo's strong will to live, and the response I got was that maybe I should put him to sleep. (By the way, I hate that euphemism. I also dislike being told I should do something, especially when it comes in the form of unsolicited advice.) However, these days people do not have time to read lengthy things, I am told. Everything seems to be abbreviated. Tweeted. LOL

Nonetheless, I have grown attached to my blog, since it is my creative outlet, where I can post my photos and quotations by Emerson, Thoreau, Mark Twain, and others. Who is my targeted audience? Myself, apparently. And a Cat Named Ponzo happens to be my online journal of whatever I feel like posting on any given day, as long as it somehow pertains to my cats, feral cats, my dog, wildlife on my property, or myself. I have no rules set in stone for this blog. As for making back-up copies, nope, I still have not done that. I think I should put that on my long to-do list, right after raking my leaves, which means maybe I shall get around to it after Thanksgiving Day. This year. Yeah, right.

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Growling Ponzo

Today I heard timid Ponzo growl at the propane gas delivery man. Growling Ponzo jumped from one window to another, before deciding that perhaps he should go hide under the bed. But he remained hidden for no more than thirty seconds. Ponzo quickly reappeared on one of the windowsills, where he remained growling until the man left. Some unwelcome intruder had invaded Ponzo's territory--his home, which he was defending in spirit. His anger, not to mention his curiosity, got the better of him, and so Ponzo tossed his fear aside. Needless to say, cats are extremely curious creatures. Therefore, it appears that Ponzo has come a long way from his days of hiding in drainage pipes in ditches at the mere sight of an approaching stranger, human or canine.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Mikey the Hunted

When Rebel and I returned from the garbage dump this afternoon, I noticed a pair of hawks circling our yard. Since Mikey was the only other creature I saw outside at the time, I decided to bring her indoors. Quickly. And the hawks moved on.

I have seen the movie Benji the Hunted. I figure if a hawk, or another large bird, can pick up a cougar cub, then a hawk can pick up an adult Himalayan cat. Needless to say, I am unwilling to test my theory. Mikey may look like a large cat, but she is really a featherweight--just a big-boned girl with long hair.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

To Speak the Truth

"It takes two to speak the truth--one to speak,
and another to hear."
--H. D. Thoreau

Monday, October 26, 2009

Milo and Otis

Last night when I could not find anything I wanted to watch on television, I decided Ponzo and I would watch a movie on the computer. I chose Good Night, and Good Luck, but for some reason the movie stopped playing after a short while. Just as well. Ponzo was not really that interested in the story line. My next choice was the first season of Murder, She Wrote; the sound stopped working after a few minutes. And that only reinforced my belief that I am not a computer person--past, present, or future. But I am now convinced that I was meant to choose Ponzo's first movie viewing with him in mind, since my third selection worked.

My little feline companion thoroughly enjoyed watching The Adventures of Milo and Otis. However, as much as Ponzo and I would like to share our favorite scenes with you, we won't do so because we don't want to spoil the movie for you--just in case you have not seen the movie. We recommend that you and your feline companions watch it together. Should your cats want to compare notes with Ponzo regarding The Adventures of Milo and Otis, feel free to try to contact him through this blog. Who knows, maybe Ponzo will even answer some of his fan mail!

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Conservatives

"Men are conservatives when they are least vigorous,
or when they are most luxurious.
They are conservatives after dinner."
--R. W. Emerson