Many
fans have asked me about Mamzell, the cat introduced in "Maggie's
Story." I'm happy to say, she really does exist! She is my faithful
companion, my shadow, my cuddle partner. With the creation of this blog I
figured she needed a new title, too. Please allow me to introduce Mamzell, my
Executive Director.
Some
fans have also asked me about her name. Long story short, her name was supposed
to be Mademoiselle and her brother's name was supposed to be Monsieur. My
dearest Other Half, however, could neither pronounce nor properly spell these
two names. Therefore, I had to come up with names that still rang true for
them, but that wouldn't trip up the Other Half...or the receptionist at the
vet's office. So Mamzell and Mister were reborn. We adopted them from an animal
shelter in Saint Cloud, MN. Their previous owner had surrendered them at about
ten weeks of age, along with their mother.
The
best description for Mamzell is Nitroglycerin. She comes in a tiny little
package and delivers a disproportionate bang for her size. She rules the roost
and fears nothing. Her brother, on the other paw, is built like a cinder block,
and weighs almost as much. His personality is that of the Gentle Giant. If he
were any more laidback he would be mistaken for a footstool.
Writing
the scene with Mamzell stealing Maggie's crochet hook, and running off for a
game of find-me-if-you-can, is very much a part of her real character. She
loves to carry things off and have someone, preferably me, hunt it down and
play fetch with her. Her favorite items are milk rings and cotton swabs.
Having
such a creature dependent on me has made me realize I need to take better care
of myself. I want to be around as long as possible to enjoy as many years as
possible with her. Cats, for me, represent unconditional love. They ask only
that you don't hurt them. That is no different than what we humans want, right?
I'm also convinced that all cats remember that we humans used to worship them
as gods in ancient times and they are just waiting for that time to roll back
around again. If bell-bottoms can make a come-back, they figure anything is
possible!
Thank
you for reading my first entry on The Road to a Dream. Please feel free to
leave a post with your thoughts and/or feedback; I love hearing from fans! Have
you come to realize a dream later in your life than you expected, too? If so, I
would love to hear about it.
Dreams never get old, do they? And we're never too old to realize them. Mine is to help animals through my art, and I've been dibbling and dabbing for a few years now on exactly how to do that. Finally, I'm taking my Etsy shop seriously and am meeting with some success. Sometimes it's hard to let go of pieces that I've made and love, but it feels so good to write the checks to Idaho Black Bear Rehab and Fat Kitty City. I am fortunate to be able to give 100% of my sales proceeds to those charities.
ReplyDeleteMy best to you, Stephanie!
Kaaren
Thanks for your comments, Kaaren. The journals you make are beautiful! Ava
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