Sensitive, touching and humorous stories of all the cats the author has loved as his family members throughout his life. -Amazon Review
Cats are like a bag of peanuts, You can’t have just one!:
My many cats (David Robert James Book 2)
I had many duties to do over my life, but one was a pleasure, gave me hours of companionship, and that was my fatherly duties to my many cats, who loved me, probably more, than I loved them. I remember them by their names, but cherish them by their individual personalities!
From my first cat, Tiger, who taught me how to love cats, through the many in-between, to the three cats I have today, I have learned much about cats.
They came in all colors, designs, and war paint, from all jet Black to Golden Blonde, all White to all Orange, Cashew bodies with Brown feet and tails, Striped all over with White feet, or Black and White, dressed up in coat and tails, like a Tuxedo.
And their eyes, what eyes, standing out in elegance, with colors that ranged from brilliant blue, to jet black, greenish to bright orange.
When they looked at you through their slitted eyes, you might think they were reading your mind. If you loved them enough, you could almost, well actually, read their minds! “Where have you been, your late getting home to feed me” you might get a thought of. “Are you alright tonight, you don’t look happy”, they might send you, as they run up onto your lap.
They make liars out of people who think they are dumb animals, and we owners, who are owned by them, have realized soon after our first cat, that they are anything but dumb!
So it became evident on that morning, when I recently woke up from a dream about my many cats, that I had to tell their story, which will of course be somewhat entwined with mine! As I remembered them, they will each have their own chapter or will share a chapter with their mates, other cats who lived together, and some times, a bird or dog’s!
I will start my first chapter with my first cat, Tigger, and continue each chapter with their names, and hope I can remember all of them. I hope the reader will enjoy finding out about all of my “Peanuts”, as much as I will about telling about them.
These are my bed buddies. Kashmire, sleeps in the head board of my bed, with his paw on my bicep, and Champagine sleeps on a pillow next to him. They are there to support me at night. I know this is true, because they both have their own beds, on my bed. -David
About the Author
David Robert James:
Was born in Iowa in 1936, and was raised by his mother and grandparents on their Iowa Sac County farm off and on through age eleven, and was immersed in Iowa farm life for that time. That time, and the events of world war two which were inter mingled, shaped his life and are the subjects of his first book, together with their effects on his later life.
My second book, Cats safe like a bag of peanuts, you can’t have just one, relates tales of our many cats, and our relationship with them. Cats is almost not tales of our cats, but also a pictorial of them.
He lives quietly with his wife Jean, a Border Collie cross, and three cats, in Arizona and enjoys RV trips to the Billy Williams Mountain, Mingus Mountain, and Lynx Lake, in his Winnebago motor home.
A U.S. Navy veteran, He served as a Communications Technician, and was stationed in Japan and was on duty when Russia shot up Sputnik, who’s Beep, Beep’s he delighted in copying. He was convinced to leave the Navy, after his first four years, by his girlfriend, now wife, Jean. “A good trade”.
With an AA in Business, BA in Sociology, and a Master Equivalency in Rehabilitation, and an Adult Education Certificate in twenty subjects, He gives credit to his upbringing, as written about in Iowa Days and Other Adventures, and the family, friends, and neighbors who helped him to be him!
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