Carolyn Holm

One Dog, Two Cats
Grand Ideas
InterSpecies Memos

Random Screaming

Dear Poppy,
You really had us worried!
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
I’m sorry!
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
No worries now, sweetie. But it was indeed alarming when you let out a random scream every once in a while. Though you do already have a reputation for being a screamer. You are such a big baby. As Molly would have said, you are not exactly Terrier Tough. But even a screamer usually has something to scream about. This appeared to be random.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
Random?
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
It seemed random. Once you startled me by screaming in the middle of the night. Once you screamed just as I walked in the room. Twice when I stood up when you were sleeping under my chair, and I thought maybe I had accidently stepped on you. But I was pretty sure I hadn’t. It was getting weird! 
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
So we went to the vet!
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
When a dog starts just screaming randomly, it’s time to go to the vet. 
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
She said we were going to do some yoga, and then she moved all my legs. Then she moved my head.
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
And you screamed. Bingo. It was your neck. 
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
She hurt me!
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
She didn’t want to hurt you, she just wanted to pinpoint the source of the screaming. It wasn’t random at all. When you suddenly moved your head a certain way, it hurt, and you screamed. Apparently you have arthritis in your neck. She says it is not uncommon for an older dog.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
I’m older?
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
You don’t look it, honey. But you are ten years old. In some circles that’s considered older.
Love, Carolyn 

Dear Mom,
And now I get new pills in my food!!!!!
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
The pain killer seems to be working. No screaming since we started those pills.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
And now we have a harness for our walks.
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
That’s so the leash is no longer attached to your collar, pulling on your neck. Now we just need to get the hang of how to put the darn thing on each time we go out. 
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
A new thing to get used to.
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
That’s life.
Love, Carolyn

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Screen Time

Hey Mom,
I love the cats that live in your laptop!
Winston

Dear Winston,
They are fun to watch, aren’t they! 
Love, Carolyn

Mom! 
Zoomies! So many cats doing zoomies!
Winston

Dear Winston,
The Bordernerd kitten posts are adorable, and she has a Border Collie who is like a nanny to those kittens.
Love, Carolyn

Hey Mom,
That lady has so many kittens!!!!!!! Running all over the place!!!! 
Winston

Dear Winston
She fosters them.
Love, Carolyn

Mom,
Like me!!!!! I was fostered!
Winston

Dear Winston,
You were indeed. Maybe that’s why you love watching her posts on Instagram. Maybe it reminds you of when you were a baby, being raised with other rescued kittens.
Love, Carolyn

Mom,
They’re doing zoomies and crab walking and attacking each other!!! 
Winston 

Dear Winston,
It doesn’t get better than that, does it! It’s interesting though – some cats aren’t the least bit interested in watching a screen. Like Puffin. But you are really on it. Yesterday you watched that Puma video over and over.
Love, Carolyn

Mom!
He raised his head and then he meowed just like one of us!
Winston

Dear Winston,
The big cats aren’t so very different.
Love, Carolyn

Hey Mom,
I like the singing cat, too.
Winston

Dear Winston,
The Lonely Cat Song is one of my favorites. 
Love, Carolyn

Mom!
That cat has a person who sings with her!!!!!!!! He takes recordings of cats and puts music tracks with them!!!!!!  
Winston

Dear Winston,
Yes! A beat. Some keyboard. A trumpet. He is The Kiffness.
Love, Carolyn

Mom!
The Lonely Cat Song is famous!!!!!!  Will he make a famous song with me?
Winston

Dear Winston,
That’s a thought. Maybe we’ll make a recording of your voice some day, send it to him, and see.
Love, Carolyn

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Caterwauling

Dear Puffin,
We really need to have a talk about your morning routine.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
What about it requires a talk?
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
We hate it.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
Is that why Madame was extremely grumpy this morning? There was an unfortunate remark made.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
I’m sorry I called you a rude name. We didn’t get a good night’s sleep last night. Someone up the street was having a noisy party with very loud music. It sounded like a Grateful Dead concert. But enough of that. We are here to talk about your morning routine.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
Madame is grumpy to this petit cat every morning. Is that the routine being referred to?
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
You are the sweetest cat ever. Such a good snuggler. And we love your chatty “Bonjour!” when you enter the room. But dear god, early in the morning you have been driving us crazy. All that yelling. So early every morning.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
C’est nécessaire. Monsieur has always needed to be reminded every morning to feed this pauvre petit cat. 
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
He doesn’t need reminding! And he feeds you at 6:00; you don’t need to start yelling at 5:00.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
But it is necessary to start early. To wake you both. To prepare you for the feeding. Voilà! It has been successful. 
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
A 5:00 wakeup is unnecessary and completely annoying. Even 6:00 is so early. Monsieur should be able to sleep until 7:00 if he wants to. But no one can sleep with your ungodly racket. 
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
Is Madame leading up to an explanation about the new piece of technology in the kitchen? 
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
Yes, I was getting to that. That new feeder is just for you. With a timer. By now I’m sure you have discovered that it delivers your food every morning at 6:00.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
The kibble she arrives with such precision! 
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
I knew you would like that. Isn’t it wonderful? So now you can stop all that yelling every morning. Please. We got the feeder with the timer so we wouldn’t have to listen to your wakeup meows. All that caterwauling! When we just want to get a little more sleep. And it makes no sense – you are still pacing around the house yelling after the feeder feeds you. Of course we’re grumpy.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
The wake-up call is not appreciated?
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Puffin,
No! It’s not!  We don’t understand why it is continuing. You are getting fed by the feeder. Why are you still yelling after you’ve had your breakfast?
Carolyn

Cher Madame,
Does Madame think one should dine all alone? It is still necessary to wake everyone so that Madame and Monsieur can join this petit cat at breakfast. 
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
That’s what all the caterwauling is about? For company in the kitchen?
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
Voilà! This petit cat graciously accepts the inconvenience of providing this daily morning wakeup call. 
Regards, M. Le Poufin

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The Contract

Dear Mom,
Do the cats have special contracts?
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
Contracts?
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
Like I do. With the Mozarella Cheese packages.
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
You mean the privilege of licking them clean after I have emptied them?
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
Yes!!!
XOXO Poppy 

Dear Poppy,
That is a very special contract. Only you have the special Mozarella Package Licking Contract. 
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
Puffin is jealous.
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
I imagine he is. I see him watching while you get to lick it out. 
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
Yes!!!!! It’s all milky and delicious!!!!!
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
That is a very special contract. The cats have a different Contract.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
Mozarella???????!!!!!!!
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
No, no no. Theirs is for the tuna juice left in the tuna jar. They get to lick that.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
What about the crunchy Salmon Skin Contract????? I want that one!!! 
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
No, Dad has that contract. I know you love the crunchy skin but so does he. He’s kind to share a tiny piece of it with you.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
very tiny piece.
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
He has the contract. He can share what he likes. That’s how it works.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
What about the Evening Treat Contract? Do the cats have their own separate Treat contract?
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
Of course! You and I have our Evening Treat Contract, and Dad has a separate one with the cats. Everyone gets a treat. Or two. Or three.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
That’s good. Puffin says it’s very important to have it all formal and legal!
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
We try to keep things in good working order around here.
Love, Carolyn

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The Poodle Song

Hey Mom,
We love it when you sing to us!!!!!
Winston

Dear Winston,
I know you do! Poppy smiles and you two cats sit right up to listen. And you like it when I hold you on my shoulder and dance a bit while I sing.
Love, Carolyn

Hey Mom,
One of the songs is all about me. The Hey Boy Crazy Boy song.
Winston

Dear Winston,
That one fits you to a T. It is from West Side Story.
Love, Carolyn

Hey Mom,
And the other song is all about the three of us!!!!!
Winston

Dear Winston,
It is indeed.
Love, Carolyn

Mom,
But why do you call the three of us your Poodles?
Winston

Dear Winston,
That’s just a term of endearment. 
Love, Carolyn

Mom,
We are your Oodles of Poodles??? Puffin says that’s corny.
Winston

Dear Winston,
It is. But the song makes you all perk up and it makes me smile. Can’t beat that.
Love, Carolyn

Mom,
Puffin says the song is supposed to have other words.
Winston

Dear Winston,
I don’t know how he knows these things. He’s right. I appropriated another song.  It’s an old classic that goes I got rhythm, I got music, I got my man, who could ask for anything more.
Love, Carolyn

Hey Mom,
Our song is completely different!!!!!
Winston

Dear Winston,
It is! It goes I’ve got Poodles, lots of Poodles, I’ve got Oodles, who could ask for anything more! 
Love, Carolyn

Hey Mom,
Puffin says those words are totally cheezy and he doesn’t like being called a Poodle. 
Winston

Dear Winston,
Puffin may say that, but I notice he likes it when I sing the song to him. But maybe I should change the words to I’ve got Monkeys. That’s another term of endearment. I call you three my Monkeys all the time.
Love, Carolyn

Mom,
Puffin hates being called a monkey.
Winston

Dear Winston,
I think I’ll stick to Poodles in this song.
Love, Carolyn

Hey Mom,
You sang it to the visiting dogs, too.
Winston

Dear Winston,
I did. And they loved it.
Love, Carolyn

Mom,
We think you should only sing it to us.
Winston

Dear Winston,
I only sing it to our Pack. And the visiting dogs are part of our Extended Pack.
Love, Carolyn

Hey Mom,
We just wanted to be sure.
Winston

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Predator/Prey

Dear Puffin,
Something I read recently brought up an interesting point about cats. That cats are both predator and prey. 
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
Madame is being philosophical today. But of miniscule general interest. Because we all know cats are predators.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
Well, it got me thinking. And you will find this interesting.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
Probably non.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
Because it got me thinking about you and Winston. You two represent each end of that spectrum.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
There is a point Madame wishes to make?
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
You have a really strong predator drive.
Love, Carolyn 

Cher Madame,
Mais oui, this we know.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
And Winston has a really strong prey drive.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
D’accord, we know he is not normal. And so?
Regards. M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
You two are on opposite ends of a spectrum. You love our evening game of chasing prey. You go crazy chasing after that thread-bare, beat up little prey animal on the end of my wand. 
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
“Crazy?” There is no need to insult this petit cat.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
And Winston’s idea of a game is to hide under the sofa pillows and peek out to watch the prey I toss around with the wand. Just watch. Because he feels more like prey than predator.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
The Winston is very jumpy. Perhaps Madame is correct.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
He’s a spooky cat. Drop a pencil and he explodes into a WE’RE ALL GOING TO DIE exit from the building.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
Except, one must point out to Madame, we are strictly indoor cats.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
Ok, that was just an expression. And he totally loves an excuse for a Zoomie.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
And you humans love your expressions.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

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Today’s post is dedicated to loyal fan and friend Nadim Adil, who we sadly lost this week.

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Thieves

Dear Poppy,
Someone is stealing the Cape Gooseberries! I’ve been finding the empty hulls by the garden table. Do you know who is doing this?
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
The squirrels? Probably the squirrels!!!!!!!!
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
I’ll bet you are right. They are little rascals. This year they’ve started something new, – I think they’re the ones eating our camellia buds. But I found a gooseberry hull on the birdbath. Can the squirrels get up on that?
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
The blue jays! It’s probably our two blue jays!!!!!!!!!
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
I didn’t think of them. I’ll bet you’re right. They’ve been getting peanuts from Bob across the street, and then coming over here to bury them in our garden. They’ve been very busy stashing peanuts all over the place. And while they’re doing that, they probably notice the gooseberries are getting ripe.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
Or the crows!!
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
I haven’t seen the crows in the garden lately.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
Humans!!!!! It’s probably humans! They already steal our lemons, probably the gooseberries too!!!!
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
People do walk off with my lemons. That’s the problem with having a Meyer Lemon tree right next to the sidewalk. But I don’t think anyone is coming into our garden to get at the gooseberries.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
I know, the deer! There were three of them on the lawn this morning!!!!!
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
Ah, the mama deer with her two yearlings. She’s the one who chomped all the flower buds off my hydrangea last year. So annoying. Fortunately our fence is high enough to keep the deer out of the main garden, or they would totally clean us out of our roses and vegetables. So, no, I don’t think they are eating the gooseberries.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
A raccoon!!!!!
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
That’s a possibility! Or a possum. 
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom, 
Or the meadow mice!!! Or the rat!!! Or who knows, maybe Louie the neighborhood cat!!!!!!!!
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
We’re not exactly narrowing things down, are we? But I doubt the cat is here looking for gooseberries. He likes our catnip plant.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
He totally wiped out that catnip plant.
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
He did. Meanwhile I’m going to tie the gooseberry branches up in a tomato cage to make it more difficult for little critters to reach. Let’s hope that this slows the theft. I want to have some fruit to make jam! 
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
Hey, it’s probably all of these critters ransacking our garden.
XOXO Poppy

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Cat Therapy

Hey Mom,
Puffin says I have a job to do. For you and Dad.
Winston

Dear Winston, 
A job? Do you remember what this job entailed? 
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
No tail involved at all. Something about lap time. And it involves peeing. But I told him that you were very particular about where we pee. Definitely not on laps.
Winston

Dear Winston,
That’s good, I appreciate you pointing that out to him.
Love, Carolyn

Mom,
I remember now! It is something called There a Pee!!!!!!!
Winston

Dear Winston,
Gotcha. Cat Therapy.
Love, Carolyn

Mom,
That’s it!!!!!!!
Winston

Dear Winston,
It has nothing to do with peeing. 
Love, Carolyn

Hey Mom,
It has pee in the title.
Winston

Dear Winston,
That’s sort of a coincidental sound. 
Love, Carolyn

Hey Mom,
Puffin says it is a very important job. 
Winston

Dear Winston,
It is! It’s a huge responsibility. Dad and I need you two cats to spend a lot of time on our laps to keep us healthy and happy!
Love, Carolyn

Mom,
That’s a lot of pressure.
Winston

Dear Winston,
I don’t think so. You get to just curl up there, warm and purring.
Love, Carolyn

Mom,
Or spread out.
Winston

Dear Winston,
Yes, definitely, spreading out on a lap is just as good as curling.
Love, Carolyn

Hey Mom,
What happens if you two don’t get Cat Therapy?????
Winston

Dear Winston,
We feel all the weight of a crazy world on our shoulders.
Love, Carolyn

Mom!
That sounds terrible!!!!!!
Winston

Dear Winston,
It is. That’s why Cat Therapy is so important. 
Love, Carolyn

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Literate

Dear Puffin,
Do you realize we’ve been corresponding for ten years now? Every week for ten years!
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
Mais oui, of course. We all know this. Did Madame only come to that conclusion now? Did we need to spell it out for Madame?
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
There is no need to be sarcastic, sweetie. I’m just remarking on it because I think it is, well, remarkable.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
There has always been a lot to say, a lot to write about.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
That’s for sure! Remember how Molly was always warning us that our security was inept? She thought we were all helpless and doomed. 
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
Molly was a very serious and competent Terrier who had a strangely negative view of the world. 
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
That she did. Then on the other hand there was our sassy Mia, a very social party girl.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
A bon vivant sort of cat.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
So true! You hit the nail on the head.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
That is a violent way for Madame to express it. 
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
Just an expression. Don’t be so literal. 
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
You humans love your expressions.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
Then there is our sweet Winston. 
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
That crazy cat is practically illiterate, and he has nothing intelligent to say. Nothing whatsoever. 
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
Let’s be easy on him. He’s still young. And then finally, our lovely Poppy. She likes to discuss our everyday life. Her squeaky ball. What we see on our walks. The neighborhood cat who visits our garden.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
That dog is obsessed with Louie the neighborhood cat.
Regards M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
You are right, as usual. And of course, you always have a lot to say. And not just in our letters. I’ve never known another cat with such a wide range of vocalizations! Everything from sweet to grumpy. You carry on with yowls, chirps, yodels, and conversational meows. And, of course, there are your cussing hisses. You always make abundantly clear what you want to communicate.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
It is necessary to explain things to Madame. Or nothing would ever get done around here.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
You do keep us on schedule. Meals every day are right on time, thanks to you. But the most extraordinary communication was recently, right after the visiting dogs went home. For over a month we hadn’t been able to play your evening game because our schedule was disrupted. The night after they left, you marched down the hall precisely at game time, meowing loudly, clearly reminding me that it was time to resume the games! That knocked my socks off. 
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
Socks now? There we are with another expression. But this petit cat appreciates the compliment. Madame is too kind.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

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Privilege

Dear Mom,
Puffin says that he and Winston get Special Privileges because they are cats.
XOXO Poppy 

Dear Poppy,
You all do, sweetie. This is a very privileged household.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
The cats have more privileges. They get to sleep on the bed!
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
There simply isn’t room for everyone to pile onto the bed. You get to sleep right next to the bed. How lucky is that!!!
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
That’s not the same.
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
Okay. You get to go outside. The cats don’t have that privilege.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
Well, okay. But Winston gets to be picked up!
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
You don’t even like to be picked up!
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
The cats get treats from Dad’s desk.
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
Honey, you get treats from my pocket.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
Puffin has special spots all over the house.
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
You have special spots, sweetie. A bed in the bedroom, one under the coffee table, one under the table in my office.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
Three. Three beds. The cats have special round cat beds everywhere – on your bed, in the dining room with a view of the wild bird feeder, on the chairs in the living room, on the back of the sofa. 
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
There are a lot of them because the beds are a containment system for the fur. 
Love, Carolyn 

Dear Mom,
The cats are allowed on the sofa!
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
That’s true. But just think if you were allowed there. With all that fluffy hair of yours, our nice green sofa would soon turn from green to blonde. 
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
My blonde fur is lovely! You always say so.
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
That’s so true! But not on a sofa.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
Puffin says dogs aren’t sophisticated enough to sit on a sofa.
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
Seriously, what do I always say about listening to the cats?
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
You say, don’t believe the cats when you go away and they say that you were eaten by predators?
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
Well, that too. But I always say don’t pay attention to what the cats say. That’s what I always say about listening to the cats.
Love, Carolyn

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