An Aside About Clyde

Although I didn't make it obvious in earlier postings, we actually have two cats in residence at The Beet Ranch.  Bishrito and...

Clyde.

In case you can't tell by looking at her, Clyde is a girl. We call her Clydiebunny when she is feeling girlie, but most of the time (and especially when she is in big trouble), we call her Clyde. 

That's Clyde E. Bunny to you, human.

Clyde has a very important job at The Beet Ranch. 

Chief Writing Muse...

Motivator...

And Supreme Guardian of the Writing Spot.

She is always on duty for love and creative support. 

Even when the writing is BAD.

Vigilando!

Clyde has been in my life longer than my husband. She was 10 years old when we got Bishrito and enjoying being an only cat. We were planning to let her stay that way. But, sometimes... counter to the best laid plans...

Kittens happen.

Clyde is an extremely sweet cat. She's the kind of cat that melts in your arms when you pick her up; the kind that has fits of drooling ecstasy when petted. We thought she'd welcome the kitten eventually. We thought she might like a friend. We even thought the kitten might kindle her latent maternal instincts.

Nope.

When we introduced Clyde to little Bishrito, she sniffed his nose. Aw! 

Then, she ROARED. 

I have never heard Clyde make a sound like that before or since.

Bish thought she was going to eat him. 

I thought she was going to eat him. 

We all jumped about two feet and Bish pooped in my lap.

Since that day, Bishrito has had a very healthy respect for Clyde. 

Today, at five years old, Bish outweighs Clyde by about ten pounds. He has big sharp claws and womps on me and Grady at least three times a day.

Clyde turned fifteen this year. She is extremely skinny. She has cataracts. She has arthritis in her hips and paws. She doesn't have her front claws.

Bishrito still defers to her at the food bowl.

I still defer to her at the desk.

Clyde E. Bunny, musing hard.