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Feline Follies

Well, as I know some of you are interested in the adventures of the church cats, I will recount one.

I was there on Friday evening helping to set up for a service our class was having on Saturday. When M. and I were working in the sacristry, we kept hearing "miaow, miaow, miaow" (distress meow) from nearby. As there was a recent incident with one of the cats getting trapped in the inner closet (with predictable results), we checked there carefully; no cat. We checked in the sanctuary and the choir robing room. We opened all the doors (cabinet and otherwise) in the sacristry and the clergy robing room. Still no cat. Someone came in, talked to us, and the noise stopped. But it started up again.

The cat was found in the crawl space the next day, after more searching in daylight. That explains why we were hearing her so well in the sacristry; part of the setup is a hole to bare earth (in other words, no sound-insulating floor.). M. gets extra points in my book for being such a mensch about it, as he is allergic to cats and doesn't much like them, either. Note to self: if I ever hear that sort of meow again, I know the second place to check.

More later, I hope; work has been kicking my butt, and other things have been worrying me as well (Mom's ailments have been diagnosed as arthritis and a hip replacement is immanent) but I have next week off. It is already getting fairly scheduled but I hope to catch up on the blogs.

(note to cat_herder: can you show me how to get printouts of my digital photos for my aunt?)

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prairierabbit
Mar. 22nd, 2005 05:22 pm (UTC)
When I would go to visit my grandparents on the farm, especially around this time of year, I'd go on a "kitten hunt" to try to find a barn kitten or three that was still small enough to like to be held and petted. They had some very interesting hiding places, including a very, very small space between the calving stall and one of the cow stalls in the barn.

I'm glad they found your church cat. Is there a religious reason for the "hole to bare earth"?

berkeleyfarm
Mar. 22nd, 2005 09:34 pm (UTC)
Yes, it is one of the three Correct ways to deal with "leftover" consecrated wine. (The other two are "recontainerize and store" or "priest finishes it off", but sometimes we have quite a bit.) It is called a "piscina", which I learned is Latin for "fish-bowl" (why that, I couldn't tell you).

Both cats are massive, but they do find interesting hidey-holes.
prairierabbit
Mar. 23rd, 2005 12:06 am (UTC)
Ah. We don't do transubstantiation, and we do do grape juice, so the need would not be there for us. Interesting.

As for the piscina, my semi-educated guess would be that since the early church in Rome met in homes, and a piscina was a standard feature in the atrium--in part decorative but also helped to cool it through evaporation and provided a place for rain water run-off--that's what was originally used and the term stuck. But it's interesting, isn't it?
berkeleyfarm
Mar. 23rd, 2005 03:01 am (UTC)
Well, we don't do transubstantiation either, but we are verrrry careful with the consecrated elements.

And the port we use is strong enough to cause problems if consumed in quantity ;). Not that anyone would really want to.
(Anonymous)
Mar. 23rd, 2005 12:49 am (UTC)
Hidden cats
I stopped by to visit my folks once. I was pottering about in the kitchen and heard a funny "twang" sound. It repeated every few seconds. I scratched my head and didn't find anything -- but the noise didn't stop.
After some time I went outside and tracked it down. The kitten had gotten trapped under the house. Nothing there but dirt, spiders, and one lonely kitten. She'd headed for daylight -- the ventilation grate -- and was forlornly hooking one claw into the wire grate and plucking it. Twang, twang.
I was glad I'd stopped by -- it wasn't a very loud noise and I don't know how long she'd have been there.

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