A funny thing happened me to regarding the wedding of William and Catherine. Although I’m not a royalist, I admit to feeling affection for Diana’s two boys and do admire Catherine Middleton, who seems the perfect partner for Diana’s first born. The couple’s love story is very sweet and seems to be just the thing needed for the British royal family. On a sad note, I’ve been feeling morose that Diana is in the grave and unable to share the enormous joys of seeing her two handsome and kindly sons grow into adulthood, and to be a part of one of the most important occasions of William’s life. Although I missed Diana and Charle’s wedding (I was living in Saudi Arabia) I felt an unexpected urge to watch William and Catherine wed. Jack doesn’t give a fig for the royals and believes them hopelessly outdated. He couldn’t believe it when I announced that I planned on waking at 4AM EST to view the event. He didn’t try to talk me out of it, but he shook his head in bafflement when I told him my plans. During this same time, Paris, our sweet cat, who is the most intelligent animal I’ve ever known, (and, I’ve shared my life and home with a host of sweet/intelligent animals) appeared to listen carefully as we discussed the wedding and the early hour I would have to wake up to view it. (Paris is a talker. She enters all family conversations. She gives instructions in cat language, but combined with her body language, there is never a doubt what she is communicating. She also has a cute little habit cocking her little head while watching us as we talk. That’s what she did last evening. She obviously went to bed with the wedding on her mind.) A lot of things were going on last evening and I forgot to set the clock. Would you believe that at 10 minutes before 4AM, Paris started shouting, yelling at me in cat speech. I groggily woke up, fearing that the house might be on fire, then remembered the wedding. I got correct channel going JUST IN TIME to see the guests filing in a couple of hours before the ceremony. At such an early hour, I drifted back to sleep, but just as Catherine and her father were being driven through the streets, Paris once again came to the rescue. This time she sat on my chest and yelled in my face. She has NEVER done this before. I leapt to attention, and saw that I was about to miss the actual ceremony. But Paris cuddled up next to me and together we watched the rest of the ceremony. She never took her eyes off the screen!
Generally in the mornings, Paris is extremely active and must be scratched and played with, but after
those long hours of wedding watching, Paris is now taking a long and well-deserved nap in her daddy’s arms.
After sharing my life so with this sweet and highly intelligent cat, I wonder how anyone can think it a good idea to so cruelly use cats as lab animals, or any animal as a lab animal, for that matter. But, that’s a very serious subject that I’ll address on another day.
For now, I’m glad I watched the wedding, and although as said, I’m not a royalist, I’m wishing the royals Williams and Catherine endless happiness. And, I’ll be forever sorry that Diana is missing what the rest of us are seeing.