There Goes Rhymin' Simon (hiding cat)

I picked up the 9yo Siamese male yesterday. It was not a good adventure
getting home but I'll leave the story for later. Simon will purr if
he's cornered but otherwise he's reluctant to be seen. His owner died
3weeks ago and he's been in a cage at the vets until yesterday.

The first mistake I made was to let him out of the carrier in my bedroom
and go get food. Well, he is eating but only if I'm not in sight. And
speaking of not in sight... he ain't.

One hidey-hole was behind a box in the closet. I'll post a pic of that
but the other hidey-hole? Well, I looked for an hour off and on.
Squirrels playing on the roof didn't help, had me figuring how Simon
coulda gotten through the access hole. When I needed a new roll of TP,
mystery solved! In the cabinet under the sink. I'd seen cats at the
Humane Society pull that stunt, shoulda guessed instead of looking in a
hundred impossible places. Thrice. Norm


-- There Goes Rhymin' Simon album, words & music by paul simon:

When i was a little boy, (when i was just a boy)
And the devil would call my name (when i was just a boy)
I'd say "now who do,
Who do you think you're fooling?" (when i was just a boy)
I'm a consecrated boy (when i was just a boy)
I'm a singer in a sunday choir
Oh , my mama loves, she loves me
She get down on her knees and hug me
Like she loves me like a rock
She rocks me like the rock of ages
And loves me
She love me, love me, love me, love me

When i was grown to be a man (grown to be a man)
And the devil would call my name (grown to be a man)
I'd say "now who do,
Who do you think you're fooling?" (grown to be a man)
I'm a consummated man (grown to be a man)
I can snatch a little purity
My mama loves me, she loves me
She get down on her knees and hug me
Like she loves me like a rock
She rocks me like the rock of ages
And loves me
She love me, love me, love me, love me
And if i was president (was the president)
The minute congress call my name (was the president)
I'd say "who do,
Who do you think you're fooling? (who do you think you're fooling)

I've got the presidential seal (was the president)
I'm up on the presidential podium
My mama loves me
She loves me
She get down on her knees and hug me
Like she loves me like a rock
She rocks me like the rock of ages
And loves me

Fade out:
She love me, love me, love me, love me
(loves me like a rock)

On Sat, 24 Sep 2005 10:07:34 -0400, Norm wrote:

I picked up the 9yo Siamese male yesterday. It was not a good adventure
getting home but I'll leave the story for later. Simon will purr if he's
cornered but otherwise he's reluctant to be seen. His owner died 3weeks
ago and he's been in a cage at the vets until yesterday.

The first mistake I made was to let him out of the carrier in my bedroom
and go get food. Well, he is eating but only if I'm not in sight. And
speaking of not in sight... he ain't.

One hidey-hole was behind a box in the closet. I'll post a pic of that
but the other hidey-hole? Well, I looked for an hour off and on.
Squirrels playing on the roof didn't help, had me figuring how Simon
coulda gotten through the access hole. When I needed a new roll of TP,
mystery solved! In the cabinet under the sink. I'd seen cats at the
Humane Society pull that stunt, shoulda guessed instead of looking in a
hundred impossible places. Thrice. Norm


-- There Goes Rhymin' Simon album, words & music by paul simon:

When i was a little boy, (when i was just a boy) And the devil would call
my name (when i was just a boy) I'd say "now who do,
Who do you think you're fooling?" (when i was just a boy) I'm a
consecrated boy (when i was just a boy) I'm a singer in a sunday choir
Oh , my mama loves, she loves me
She get down on her knees and hug me
Like she loves me like a rock
She rocks me like the rock of ages
And loves me
She love me, love me, love me, love me

When i was grown to be a man (grown to be a man) And the devil would call
my name (grown to be a man) I'd say "now who do,
Who do you think you're fooling?" (grown to be a man) I'm a consummated
man (grown to be a man) I can snatch a little purity
My mama loves me, she loves me
She get down on her knees and hug me
Like she loves me like a rock
She rocks me like the rock of ages
And loves me
She love me, love me, love me, love me And if i was president (was the
president) The minute congress call my name (was the president) I'd say
"who do,
Who do you think you're fooling? (who do you think you're fooling)

I've got the presidential seal (was the president) I'm up on the
presidential podium
My mama loves me
She loves me
She get down on her knees and hug me
Like she loves me like a rock
She rocks me like the rock of ages
And loves me

Fade out:
She love me, love me, love me, love me (loves me like a rock)


So tell us about the cat!

Norm wrote:

The first mistake I made was to let him out of the carrier in my bedroom
and go get food. Well, he is eating but only if I'm not in sight. And
speaking of not in sight... he ain't.

Poor baby, but I'm sure he'll learn to trust you eventually.

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Pics at http://uk.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/frankiennikki/
and http://community.webshots.com/user/frankiennikki

On 2005-09-24 09:07:34 -0500, Norm said:

I picked up the 9yo Siamese male yesterday. It was not a good adventure
getting home but I'll leave the story for later. Simon will purr if
he's cornered but otherwise he's reluctant to be seen. His owner died
3weeks ago and he's been in a cage at the vets until yesterday.
The first mistake I made was to let him out of the carrier in my bedroom
and go get food. Well, he is eating but only if I'm not in sight. And
speaking of not in sight... he ain't.

One hidey-hole was behind a box in the closet. I'll post a pic of that
but the other hidey-hole? Well, I looked for an hour off and on.
Squirrels playing on the roof didn't help, had me figuring how Simon
coulda gotten through the access hole. When I needed a new roll of TP,
mystery solved! In the cabinet under the sink. I'd seen cats at the
Humane Society pull that stunt, shoulda guessed instead of looking in a
hundred impossible places. Thrice. Norm



Poor fellow is probably traumatized. I can wait for pics because I want
him to get comfie. I hope he really fits in and at least he will be
loved. That will bring him around eventually.

mlbriggs wrote:
On Sat, 24 Sep 2005 10:07:34 -0400, Norm wrote:
I picked up the 9yo Siamese male yesterday. It was not a good adventure
getting home but I'll leave the story for later. Simon will purr if he's
cornered but otherwise he's reluctant to be seen. His owner died 3weeks
ago and he's been in a cage at the vets until yesterday.
....
So tell us about the cat!

He feels a lot bonier than only 9yo, and the vet said they were feeding
him a large can a day! He is a purrer and a talker but that's what we
love about Siamese. I came back from today's bikeride and gave him some
more food in the closet. When I went back in 30min he had finished it
and was in the late afternoon sun. Accepted lots of attention and
touched noses. I left the door open while I got more food and he was
ready to come out but changed his mind and ran under the bed. Left the
food and came back to post pictures (Rhymin' Simon).
I'm sure he'll settle in quickly. I hope. I'll be away next weekend
and he needs to be settled and happy or I won't trust him with the
catdoor. The females may hiss and spit a bit but that should be about
it. Willie should be gentlemanly after one "it's my house" hiss. Quinn
would be in character if he greets him wih a full body rub. In a couple
hours we'll see. Norm

PS: Oh. The adventure. In the Port Jervis underpass the car
completely died, no electrics at all. Battery connections tight. It
was warmish and, after calling AAA, a good samaritan took me and the
carrier to the tow base where I waited for the truck & car to appear.
Dropped at my garage but, damn, Alex wasn't there. I had a car inside
for service but couldn't get to it. Truck gave me a lift down to the
light where I walked to the taxi base. One cab, out on two calls.
Walked back to the light and tried to hitch with no luck. Back o tax
base and wait. From there it got better.

The driver loves animals and was mighty impressed with Simon and his
story and told me "I make stuff for friends and neighbors. I have a cat
bed at home, I want you to have it. I'll bring it to you Wednesday".
No, please, I'll come get it. OK, but when he got to my house and saw
all the "classic" cars he recanted. "I'll bring you the bed Wednesday.
My wife will want to see this!" Willie came down to give him a big
welcome then, with Simon talking, I rotated the carrier so Willie could
see Simon. He came over and they sniffed noses, very polite, no
shrinking or hissing. A good start!

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