FloofStack Fifth Edition
Welcome to the fifth edition of FloofStack!
Hello my dear felinists (something I coined recently)! Firstly, I’m sorry it’s been a couple of months since the last FloofStack (something I talk about here in the non-cat part of my world). But we’re back!
Let’s get straight into it.
From the community
For all his dog talk, Nur Nadar from WoofStack also has a cat called Ambar (aka Boor). I don’t know about you, but Boor looks exactly how I picture a cat would look who’s just about ‘had it’ with all the dogs, amirite? 😉
If you’d like to share your cat to Floofstack, please do DM me (videos welcome too)! But to broaden the range, I’d really love to hear about your relationship with your cat/s. Otherwise I’m just going to keep sharing photos and videos of Samantha being the peak highlight of my day.
Writers and their cats
I also thought I’d start introducing a new segment, simply being to share stories of well-known writers and their cats.
Another one that came across my feed and tickled my curiosity: Charles Dickens cared for a cat called Bob (😂) who he cherished so much that when Bob died, Dickens saved a paw and turned it into a letter opener which feels… strangely appropriate…
Here’s a passage from his daughter’s book My Father as I Recall Him:
On account of our birds, cats were not allowed in the house; but from a friend in London I received a present of a white kitten — Williamina — and she and her numerous offspring had a happy home at “Gad’s Hill.” … As the kittens grow older they became more and more frolicsome, swarming up the curtains, playing about on the writing table and scampering behind the bookshelves. But they were never complained of and lived happily in the study until the time came for finding them other homes. One of these kittens was kept, who, as he was quite deaf, was left unnamed, and became known by servants as “the master’s cat,” because of his devotion to my father. He was always with him, and used to follow him about the garden like a dog, and sit with him while he wrote. One evening we were all, except father, going to a ball, and when we started, left “the master” and his cat in the drawing-room together. “The master” was reading at a small table, on which a lighted candle was placed. Suddenly the candle went out. My father, who was much interested in his book, relighted the candle, stroked the cat, who was looking at him pathetically he noticed, and continued his reading. A few minutes later, as the light became dim, he looked up just in time to see puss deliberately put out the candle with his paw, and then look appealingly towards him. This second and unmistakable hint was not disregarded, and puss was given the petting he craved. Father was full of this anecdote when all met at breakfast the next morning.
Until next time! And again, please send through pics and vids of your cats!