McHenry County Blog

Keely Cat has been “bagged.”

“Who says I even want a Halloween costume?” he asks. “And nobody but you has those tasty fish-flavored treats anyway.”

A woman emailed me asking permission to reprint a photo of a cat in a brown paper bag.

When I finally found it, I discovered I had photographed it where it hung on the fall of Crystal Lake’s Colonial Cafe.

So, I set off to recreate the shot with Keely Cat.

“Oh, the ignomy of it all,” he seems to be thinking.

Once a month we water the cacti that we bought on the way home from one of Miss Lori’s Johnsburg parties.

So far, only one has died.

We bought it when Keely Cat was a kitten.

He sniffed at it too closely then and jumped backwards when a touched a spine.

This month when we took it down to water, Keely sniffed again.

More carefully.

Now do you see the relationship of yesterday’s “Message of the Day” to today’s?

I’m late posting the “Message of the Day” today.

Keely Cat knows he is missing on something.

He looks out the window past the daffodils.

He wonders if he could catch that yellow goldfinch.

He’s fast.

We know that from watching him run down the upstairs hall and jumping down the steps to our bedroom.

If only he could get outside.

The Lion King of the Skinner household is three years old.

This past winter he developed ever more of a mane, as you can see in this side view.

The Badmitten (as my son calls him when he is bad) has been through a lot.

Beating back the McHenry County Republican Cat Tax.

See, for example,

Being miffed at Mayor Aaron Shepley’s 75% Crystal Lake city sales tax hike.

See

Being put on a low-fat diet.

But, hey, life is good…even if he gets frustrated looking at those inferior squirrels and chip monks running arrogantly past his outside views.

Keely Cat loves bags and boxes.

Maybe cats really are cave animals, as I read somewhere.

When this bag with poinsettias on it ended up on the kitchen floor, it was predictable that the Mitten would crawl inside.

Keely Cat loves bags and boxes.

Maybe cats really are cave animals, as I read somewhere.

When this bag with poinsettias on it ended up on the kitchen floor, it was predictable that the Mitten would crawl inside.

”If you won’t get me a play and sleep mate, I’ll just have to make the best of things,” says Keely Cat.

“I’ll spend my day sleeping as close to other paws as I can get,” he continues.

“It surely has been boring in this house since the McHenry County Republican Cat Tax Collector threat went away.

“Oh, well, I think I’ll go back to sleep now that those bright flashing light has gone away.”

”If you won’t get me a play and sleep mate, I’ll just have to make the best of things,” says Keely Cat.

“I’ll spend my day sleeping as close to other paws as I can get,” he continues.

“It surely has been boring in this house since the McHenry County Republican Cat Tax Collector threat went away.

“Oh, well, I think I’ll go back to sleep now that those bright flashing light has gone away.”