|Black cat medallion from crazy quilt, c. 1890, by Nell Breyton.|
There's wine and cheese, salt and pepper, meat and potatoes, and whiskey and cigars...if you like that kind of thing. I've noticed another great pairing a lot lately on Blogger and Facebook - cats and quilts. I shouldn't have been surprised. After all, there's a wonderful book by Sandi Fox called Cats on Quilts, and I have a copy of the book.
|Cats On Quilts by Sandi Fox - a must for all cat and quilt lovers!|
|Little Boo found the sunny spot. "Can't you see I'm trying to nap?"|
The cat, then called Sammy, was full grown, but much smaller than Groucho had been. All black except for a little white patch on her belly, and a faint wisp of white on her throat, and she had yellowy green eyes. Her nose and whiskers were all black, too, but I didn't get to admire her face because she hid it in my arms as soon as she was handed to me.
Her shyness really took me by surprise. I had to learn to live with a little girl cat after having a big boy cat for so long. Groucho was an alpha male tuxedo cat with a moustache, a drop belly, and half a tail - Mr. Personality - and he owned it! Sammy was just the opposite. She had a sweet little face, never made a sound, but she often had a surprised look. Her name evolved to Sammy Boo, and eventually just Boo. I'm fond of calling her Little Boo, and a wide variety of other names when the fancy strikes.
Cats must have many names, I'm told.
Over twelve years later, including a long drive from New Jersey to Oregon in 1998, Boo and I are still together. Eight of those years we shared with Shadow, another alpha male cat whose outgoing personality was just like Groucho's. Shadow came from Oregon, and disappeared here, too. During the Shadow years, Boo was very anti-social. The two cats didn't like each other. After the other cat went away, Boo came out of her shell.
|Boo is often playful, but is mostly just a very humble, gentle cat.|
|Crazy quilt, c. 1890, by Nell Breyton.|
Nell was a lucky girl, nonetheless.