Such calm I felt as I considered how to compose a contribution for C-day. I have a calico cat and a week ago I had captured her in a photo crouched on the porch railing. As I contemplated the photo, I began to realize it was crammed with C’s: behind her the cedar shingles of the house and the cable from the satellite dish plus through the window to her right a lighted bulb on the Christmas tree. “Criminetly!!!” I cried, “there’s even the clapper of the chimes hanging above her cranium! And by cracky! those blurry blobs in the foreground are snow crowns on the seedpods of the Purple Coneflowers.”
But I confess: there are more C’s caught up in this story. This calico’s name is Caliste/Kalliste which in Greek means most beautiful. Her nickname is Cali/Kali from the fierce Hindu goddess, the Dark Mother. And her personality contains both qualities. Just like the letter C itself – is she soft or hard? She will cuddle up on your lap any chance she gets. But she is not a companion to the other cats (Ruby and Abbey, another calico) and merely tolerates, rather condescendingly at that, the company of Willow. How could we have done such a callous thing as bring a dog into her castle!
I am now utterly confused by the number of C’s cascading into this contribution and will caress the keyboard no longer. If you crave less contrived and corny contact with C’s, please join the company of Mrs. Nesbitt and companions at ABC Wednesday.