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Sausalito's Sunday Dinner
Hi All,
These events happened a long time ago when Sausalito (Sasa) lived at my mother's house and so did I. We always sat down to a Sunday dinner which was a relaxing meal where the family could talk over the events of the week. Occasionally, my sister and I would get into a row over something inconsequential and make a tense and unpleasant time of it, but fortunately, my memories of those dinners are mostly good ones. My father, having passed away when I was four years old, there were four of us, Mom, Alvina my sister, my grandfather, and me. And, of course, the cat. He was an inveterate beggar and while we didn't encourage him, we did little to discourage him either. The only question with four chairs and four place settings was where was the cat going to sit. Obviously he couldn't sit on the table, and the thought of setting out a separate chair for him to join us socially wasn't really an option either. Sasa found a solution though. My grandfather was a slender, spare man and there was just room on a dining room chair to seat one man and one cat. It's not as if Sasa was invited, in fact he had to squeeze in and then appropriate as much room on the chair as he could. My granddad would make the same game of this every week, at first refusing the cat any room, then letting him have just enough to balance on the chair, then a little more room, and finally letting Mr. Sasa have all the room he wanted. The same game went on with the little tidbits of people food. First came the meowing, then the head butting -- finally, the first treat. Then some more from me where I was seated next to my granddad. It was my grandpa's pleasure to feed the cat, even while he complained about it. He'd always been a cat person, having started in his youth in Sweden where there had been barn cats on the little island where his family lived on one of the harbor islands in Karlskrona, Sweden. It's so long ago, but I can still picture that old man and that pushy old cat. It must be the coming holidays that are making me nostalgic. Regards and Purrs, O J |
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O J wrote:
My father, having passed away when I was four years old, there were four of us, Mom, Alvina my sister, my grandfather, and me. And, of course, the cat. He was an inveterate beggar and while we didn't encourage him, we did little to discourage him either. The only question with four chairs and four place settings was where was the cat going to sit. Obviously he couldn't sit on the table, and the thought of setting out a separate chair for him to join us socially wasn't really an option either. Sasa found a solution though. My grandfather was a slender, spare man and there was just room on a dining room chair to seat one man and one cat. It's not as if Sasa was invited, in fact he had to squeeze in and then appropriate as much room on the chair as he could. My granddad would make the same game of this every week, at first refusing the cat any room, then letting him have just enough to balance on the chair, then a little more room, and finally letting Mr. Sasa have all the room he wanted. The same game went on with the little tidbits of people food. First came the meowing, then the head butting -- finally, the first treat. Then some more from me where I was seated next to my granddad. It was my grandpa's pleasure to feed the cat, even while he complained about it. He'd always been a cat person, having started in his youth in Sweden where there had been barn cats on the little island where his family lived on one of the harbor islands in Karlskrona, Sweden. What a lovely story! Your grandfather sounds like he was a sweet guy. Joyce |
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Hi All, These events happened a long time ago when Sausalito (Sasa) lived at my mother's house and so did I. What a lovely story, OJ. Thanks. -- Marina, Frank and Nikki marina (dot) kurten (at) pp (dot) inet (dot) fi Pics at http://uk.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/frankiennikki/ and http://community.webshots.com/user/frankiennikki |
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On Wed, 08 Dec 2004 06:45:25 GMT, O J
yodeled: Hi All, These events happened a long time ago when Sausalito (Sasa) lived at my mother's house and so did I. (snip) What a sweet story! Theresa Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com |
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"O J" wrote in message
... Hi All, These events happened a long time ago when Sausalito (Sasa) lived at my mother's house and so did I. We always sat down to a Sunday dinner which was a relaxing meal where the family could talk over the events of the week. Occasionally, my sister and I would get into a row over something inconsequential and make a tense and unpleasant time of it, but fortunately, my memories of those dinners are mostly good ones. My father, having passed away when I was four years old, there were four of us, Mom, Alvina my sister, my grandfather, and me. And, of course, the cat. He was an inveterate beggar and while we didn't encourage him, we did little to discourage him either. The only question with four chairs and four place settings was where was the cat going to sit. Obviously he couldn't sit on the table, and the thought of setting out a separate chair for him to join us socially wasn't really an option either. Sasa found a solution though. My grandfather was a slender, spare man and there was just room on a dining room chair to seat one man and one cat. It's not as if Sasa was invited, in fact he had to squeeze in and then appropriate as much room on the chair as he could. My granddad would make the same game of this every week, at first refusing the cat any room, then letting him have just enough to balance on the chair, then a little more room, and finally letting Mr. Sasa have all the room he wanted. The same game went on with the little tidbits of people food. First came the meowing, then the head butting -- finally, the first treat. Then some more from me where I was seated next to my granddad. It was my grandpa's pleasure to feed the cat, even while he complained about it. He'd always been a cat person, having started in his youth in Sweden where there had been barn cats on the little island where his family lived on one of the harbor islands in Karlskrona, Sweden. It's so long ago, but I can still picture that old man and that pushy old cat. It must be the coming holidays that are making me nostalgic. Regards and Purrs, O J Oh, what a lovely memory. Thank you O J, for sharing that with us - it brought a smile to my face even after I came in to work grouchy from fighting this horrible Houston traffic! Hugs, CatNipped |
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In article , O J wrote: Hi All, These events happened a long time ago when Sausalito (Sasa) lived at my mother's house and so did I. We always sat down to a Sunday dinner which was a relaxing meal where the family could talk over the events of the week. Occasionally, my sister and I would get into a row over something inconsequential and make a tense and unpleasant time of it, but fortunately, my memories of those dinners are mostly good ones. My father, having passed away when I was four years old, there were four of us, Mom, Alvina my sister, my grandfather, and me. And, of course, the cat. He was an inveterate beggar and while we didn't encourage him, we did little to discourage him either. The only question with four chairs and four place settings was where was the cat going to sit. Obviously he couldn't sit on the table, and the thought of setting out a separate chair for him to join us socially wasn't really an option either. Sasa found a solution though. My grandfather was a slender, spare man and there was just room on a dining room chair to seat one man and one cat. It's not as if Sasa was invited, in fact he had to squeeze in and then appropriate as much room on the chair as he could. My granddad would make the same game of this every week, at first refusing the cat any room, then letting him have just enough to balance on the chair, then a little more room, and finally letting Mr. Sasa have all the room he wanted. The same game went on with the little tidbits of people food. First came the meowing, then the head butting -- finally, the first treat. Then some more from me where I was seated next to my granddad. It was my grandpa's pleasure to feed the cat, even while he complained about it. He'd always been a cat person, having started in his youth in Sweden where there had been barn cats on the little island where his family lived on one of the harbor islands in Karlskrona, Sweden. It's so long ago, but I can still picture that old man and that pushy old cat. It must be the coming holidays that are making me nostalgic. Regards and Purrs, O J What a lovely memory! Suz Macmoosette =^..^= =^..^= =^..^= =^..^= =^..^= =^..^= "People that hate cats will come back as mice in their next life." --Faith Resnick |\__/| (=':'=) (")_(") |
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