Carolyn Holm

One Dog, Two Cats
Grand Ideas
InterSpecies Memos

Vacuum Drama

Dear Poppy,
I appreciate your level head when I vacuum.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
I really don’t like that thing.
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
I know, but it’s impressive the way you stay calm, and quietly exit the room when the vacuum comes roaring in.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
Puffin doesn’t keep calm about it. He says it is a dangerous machine. He said, “Madame does not have le judgement.”
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
What did he mean by that?
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
That you don’t realize how dangerous it is. He thinks you are going to hurt us with that machine. 
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
That’s ridiculous. I should be offended that he doesn’t trust me. But that is SO Puffin.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
I know that you wouldn’t do anything to hurt us. Winston knows it too. We don’t like when it is roaring, but when it is asleep we don’t worry about it.
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
Winston is fascinated by the vacuum. He stalks it. He turns vacuuming into a game.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
Puffin doesn’t think it is a game.
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
He certainly does not. He falls all over himself scrambling out of the room. You can almost hear him screaming inside his head “We’re All Going to Die!”
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
That’s terrible!
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
He’s okay, sweetie. He’s just overly dramatic.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
Cats.
XOXO Poppy

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Ripped

Dear Puffin,
Monsieur tells me he found you in a compromised situation.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
This petit cat never does the compromise.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
He walked in the door and found you on the dining table. You know perfectly well the table is off limits. He says you looked totally ripped.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
What exactly is meant by this word ripped?
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
Stoned. Zonked out. Under the influence. Instead of jumping off the table knowing you’re in big trouble, you sat there in a loaf position, staring at Monsieur, looking totally ripped. 
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
Monsieur assumes a lot.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
And the new catnip toy that I had left on the table? Monsieur found it on the floor. Soaking wet with saliva.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
The loaf position is a normal cat position.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
Somehow the loaf position made the situation funnier. Because it is normally a relaxed but watchful position. When you should have been diving off the table, Monsieur says you were sort of frozen there, staring at him. Like you were trying to look really normal. Like you were saying “nothing to see here…
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
Monsieur yelled very loudly. And then he laughed. He was très rude. This pauvre petit cat did not know of what to do.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
You probably did what you could, under the circumstances. You were, after all, busted. And stoned.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
Toujours le sarcasm.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

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TGI2021!

Hey Mom,
Why were you and Dad up so late last night?
Winston

Dear Winston,
We were celebrating the New Year!
Love, Carolyn

Hey Mom,
But it was a night like any other.
Winston

Dear Winston,
No, it wasn’t, sweetie. It truly wasn’t. It was the end of 2020.
Love, Carolyn

Hey Mom,
That’s why you both kept clinking your glasses together and saying thank god it’s 2021?
Winston

Dear Winston,
Yes! But you wouldn’t understand, sweetie, because 2020 is all you’ve ever known. It was not a normal year. It was a terrible year. And we’re glad it’s finally over.
Love, Carolyn 

Hey Mom,
Is that why the Outside People made a big racket?
Winston

Dear Winston,
That was fireworks. I’m glad none of you were frightened by that.
Love, Carolyn

Hey Mom,
Poppy said if you weren’t worried, there was nothing for us to worry about.
Winston

Dear Winston,
She has a good attitude. What did Puffin say?
Love, Carolyn

Hey Mom,
He said there were predators outside, but fortunately they couldn’t break into our house. I told him they were just the Outside People. The ones who walk by, that we see from the window.
Winston

Dear Winston,
You were right. The Outside People aren’t predators, they are neighbors. One day you’ll meet them. One day we’ll actually have visitors again.
Love, Carolyn

Hey Mom,
You mean people who come all the way into our house????????
Winston

Dear Winston,
Yes, people who come into our house to talk and laugh and have dinner. It’s so weird that you’ve never known anything but Pandemic Stay-in-Place. You don’t know our family and friends. That is one of the things that was terrible about 2020. Missing friends and family, and all the worry about this dreadful disease. 
Love, Carolyn

Hey Mom,
What else was wrong?
Winston

Dear Winston,
What else? Trust me, you don’t want to know. If I get started on that I’ll go on a major rant. But there was one thing that happened in 2020 that was wonderful. You were born in 2020 and we adopted you!
Love, Carolyn

Hey Mom,
That’s why you were celebrating with champagne last night?
Winston

Dear Winston,
It was indeed. Happy New Year!!!!!
Love, Carolyn

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Deck the Halls!

Dear Mom,
It’s Christmas?????????
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
Yes! I thought you knew that.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
But where is everyone?
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
It’s just us this year. You and the cats and me and Dad.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
But where is your daughter? And her dog Mika? They always come for the holidays!
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
Not this year, sweetie. Because of the Pandemic. 
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
Mika isn’t coming????????
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
No, sweetie. I know, it’s a disappointment. 
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
What happened to the tree?
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
We skipped the tree this year. Can you imagine what Winston would do to a tree? Probably bring it down, right? So, we decided to deck the halls with safer things, like wreaths. But he’ll probably still find a way to wreak havoc. We’ll have a tree again next year. He’ll be an adult then, and hopefully not so wild and crazy.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
What happened to the big party?
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
Our Christmas Eve family party was on Zoom last night. Remember all the laughing and shouting?
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
But it can’t be a holiday party without Mika. Was she in the Zoom?
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
She was in the background. She thought we were carrying on a bit too much.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
So, none of them are here? Your daughter, her dog, all the fun family people? It was a party without the party? 
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
None of them could be here, sweetie. But we had a good time!
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
What about the Christmas Day traditions? The fun nephews, the man who likes to pick me up, the lazy breakfast, the stocking surprises, and then best of all, the Christmas Day walk?
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
We’ll all plan on a big party one day when things get more normal. Hopefully next summer!
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
Next summer is a long time away.
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
It will be here before we know it. Meanwhile, today we’ll have a nice little party by ourselves.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
Will we have treats? 
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
Of course we will! Merry Merriment, sweetie!
Love, Carolyn

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Reality

Dear Puffin,
When you come to tell me it’s dinner time, you forget that I have a watch.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
Surely there is a point here that Madame would like to make?
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
Of course I have one. My point is I know what time it is. And I know that you are telling me it is dinner time when it is only half past three in the afternoon.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
There is a problème with the time when she is half past three?
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
Nice try. I know that you know that 3:30 is too early for dinner. If I fed you your dinner then, you’d be complaining that you are hungry at four in the morning.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
Madame is trop rigid. Toujours too rigid with the dinner times.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
And you, sweetie, complain too much.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
Moi, I do not do the complaining. 
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
You complain all the time. You complain about dinner time. You complain that you are on a diet. You complain that Winston gets more attention than you do. You complain that Winston is fed better food, and more often. You complain that Poppy’s barking is annoying. Sweetie, you complain about everything. Your cousins, the cats in France, say that this is how they know you are French. Because it is so very French to complain.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
My French cousins may say so, but I do not do the complaints. What this petit cat does is explain the réalité. For those like Madame who do not have a proper grasp of it.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
I think you create your own reality. But we love you anyway.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
Toujours le sarcasm.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

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Quilt Shark

Hey Mom,
Puffin says I have the most names.
Winston

Dear Winston,
The most names? Do you mean nicknames?
Love, Carolyn

Hey Mom,
I guess. He says you have more names for me than you have for him or for Poppy.
Winston

Dear Winston,
He may have a point there. We do have a lot of nicknames for you. Sometimes I call you Junior. Or Peanut. Rascal. Slinky. Your Foster Mom called you Squeak. Puffin calls you Coquin. And we call you the Quilt Shark when you are a furtive lump moving around under the bedcover. 
Love, Carolyn

Hey Mom,
Dad calls me Garbanzo. And Bezoon. 
Winston

Dear Winston,
Bezoon is a good one. It’s “cat” in Arabic. 
Love, Carolyn

Hey Mom,
I thought Dad is Armenian.
Winston

Dear Winston,
He is. But the Armenian word for cat isn’t funny. Bezoon is funny. We like funny.
Love, Carolyn

Hey Mom,
Puffin’s nicknames are Puffy and Puffin-McMuffin. And you call him your Handsome Dude. He likes that, though he doesn’t show it. Sometimes you call him Grumpy Pants. And you called him Fat Boy once. He didn’t like that at all.
Winston

Dear Winston,
I apologized to him for that. It wasn’t very nice. Unfortunately, Mia used to call him Fat Boy all the time.
Love, Carolyn

Hey Mom,
Then there was Cuddles.
Winston

Dear Winston,
That was a bit of a shock, wasn’t it? I was talking to you and I said “Hey Cuddles” and Puffin looked up from where he was sleeping on the other end of the sofa. His head just popped right up. And he immediately walked to me chirping his “Here I am” chirp. 
Love, Carolyn

Hey Mom, 
Maybe that’s his real name.
Winston

Dear Winston,
That’s interesting – maybe it’s what he calls himself! Who would have thought it. I’d never have thought of calling him that. His response was so sweet, and also kind of funny. And now he’s denying it, because he’s embarrassed. Puffin takes himself so seriously. That’s why I can’t resist teasing him now and then. He is an easy target.
Love, Carolyn

Hey Mom,
You don’t tease Poppy. Her names are all cute. Poppers, Popsie, Popchek, and Popsicle. And sometimes you call her Lady Pants. I don’t think she cares what you call her, though.
Winston

Dear Winston,
Probably not. And no, I don’t tease her. She’s such an innocent.
Love, Carolyn

Hey Mom,
Sometimes you call me bad things.
Winston

Dear Winston,
I really don’t think I do that, sweetie.
Love, Carolyn

Mom,
You called me a beady-eyed, cross-eyed, manic kitten.
Winston

Dear Winston,
Oh, that. Well for starters, at the time you were not only on the dining table but under the tablecloth, playing Quilt Shark. A moving lump on the table. It was kind of funny, but you know you are not allowed on the table.
Carolyn

Hey Mom,
Other people allow their cats on their tables.
Winston

Dear Winston,
Every family has their own rules. I don’t want your feet on my table. I know where your feet have been. And you notice you don’t see me or Dad walking on the table. The rule here is NO ONE walks on the table. But I’m sorry I called you beady-eyed. Your eyes aren’t beady.
Carolyn

Hey Mom,
What about the cross-eyed manic part?
Winston

Dear Winston,
That’s all true. Because, to be fair, you do have eyes that have a tendency to cross. And manic, yes, that is accurate. You get that slant-eared look and I know there’s going to be mayhem. The tablecloth incident was right after you raced around and around the house, knocked over the cat tree, and then got into the kibble bin and pulled out one of the kibble bags. I don’t know how you managed that, but you spilled the kibble all over the kitchen floor. And then you went flying off to the dining table.
Love, Carolyn

Hey Mom,
I wasn’t so much on the table as under the tablecloth.
Winston

Dear Winston,
All that and a smart-ass too.
Carolyn

Mom,
See, you call me names. Smart-ass isn’t very nice.
Winston

Dear Winston,
I stand firm on that one. You are definitely a smart-ass.
Love, Carolyn

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Barky

Dear Poppy,
I wish we could do something about your barking.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
Do something?
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
Maybe do a little less.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
Now I’m confused.
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
I’m sorry. But your barking has become a problem. I have to ask you to stop barking at everything.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
I don’t bark at everything! There are tons of things I don’t bark at. I don’t bark at the birds at the feeder. Or the cars that go by. Or the crows. Or when the heater comes on.
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
True. But you bark at pretty much everything else.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
Just the important things!
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
You bark when the cats are playing.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
That’s important!!!
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
It isn’t! It doesn’t require your comment. And you bark when one of the cats walks into the kitchen while you are eating.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
That’s so they won’t steal my food!!!!!!!
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
You bark hysterically when I say that we are going outside.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
That’s important – it’s celebration barking!!!!!!!
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
You bark whenever Dad walks into the room. You bark whenever he leaves the room. We don’t understand the point of that.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
That’s so that you’ll know he’s coming in and going out. Which is very important information.
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
No, it’s not important information. I don’t need you to bark to tell me that.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
Seems important to me.
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
You bark whenever he gets a snack. A dog trainer told me that is “demand barking”. Sweetie, it needs to stop.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
How else will he know that I want part of his snack? Especially when it is cheese!!!!!
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
He should never have shared his snacks with you. But no more. So please stop.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
I still say snacks are important.
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
You also bark when someone walks past our house with a dog you know. And you bark when someone goes by with a dog you don’t know.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
Both sound important to me.
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
You bark whenever someone goes by on a bicycle, or jogging, or when our neighbor Richard goes by on his skateboard. You bark when children go by laughing and talking loudly. And the squirrels. You bark like crazy at the squirrels. It’s all too much. And when you bark at all these things, how are we to know when you are barking at something really important, like someone at our door?
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
I always bark when someone is at our door. Especially the mailman. And the delivery people. You can count on me!
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
I’m not sure we have made any progress here.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
Don’t worry. I’ve got everything under control.
XOXO Poppy

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Thankfulness

Cher Madame,
C’est true that yesterday was the day for thankfulness? 
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
It was indeed. I thought a lot about how grateful I am for all my wonderful friends and family, and how much I miss seeing them in person. Thanksgiving usually involves a big family feast, but not this year. In its place Monsieur and I had a nice take-out dinner from the Italian restaurant around the corner.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
This petit cat does not do the thankfulness.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
Seriously? There is nothing you are thankful for?
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
Peut-être there was thankfulness the time Winston spent the night in the closet.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
Oh please, that’s all you can come up with? That’s not something to be thankful for, Sweetie. Winston was just a baby then. His tiny meow was so quiet I didn’t hear him when he got shut in the closet. Assuming he even cried out. I felt badly the next morning when I found him there.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
It was a peaceful night without the bothersome petit coquin. 
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
Wait, did you lock him in there?
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
This petit cat is much maligned by Madame.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
Ok, we won’t go there. But surely you have better things than that to be thankful for. Treats, for instance. I’m sure you are thankful for treats. Or for the sunny spot in the dining room. Which even has a great view of the bird feeder. That’s something to be thankful for. Or maybe for Poppy’s nice comfy bed, the one that you like to commandeer.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
C’est vrai, those are good things. But is this petit cat required to feel thankful for them? 
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
You don’t?
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
This petit cat regards these things as his due. 
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
I should have known you’d find a way to weasel out of thankfulness.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
Toujours le sarcasm.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

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Marked

Hey Mom,
Puffin says I’m disfigured. With a spot.
Winston

Dear Winston,
You’re not disfigured, sweetie. But the spot does make you unique. There isn’t another Meezer with a mark like that.
Love, Carolyn

Mom,
I can’t see it, so I’m pretty sure there is no spot. 
Winston

Dear Winston,
You can’t see it because it’s behind you, on your shoulder. Right where we applied the new flea medicine last month. And the next day a nasty dime-sized irritated bald spot appeared! Quite alarming. It healed nicely but the hair has grown back a different color. The spot is dark brown to match your points – your ears and mask and tail – instead of the original creamy color of your shoulders. Very strange.
Love, Carolyn

Mom,
Puffin said you call it the Mark of the Devil.
Winston

Dear Winston,
We have been calling it that. You can be quite devilish.
Love, Carolyn

Mom,
You call me a devil when I’m hungry.
Winston

Dear Winston,
That’s when you are particularly devilish. There’s a word for it. Hangry. A combination of hungry and angry. You start climbing up my pant legs. And clawing at my hands. Then I know you need to be fed. Immediately. I have some other family members who get hangry, so I know all about it.
Love, Carolyn

Mom,
Food is important.
Winston

Dear Winston,
It is indeed. But you seem to have a special knack for getting in trouble over food. You steal Poppy’s kibble. She gets pretty upset about that. You steal my toast. You move so fast that I blink and the toast is gone and there you are, making off with it. And you stick your head into Puffin’s dish while he’s eating. That’s just rude. You’re lucky we all love you and put up with your antics.
Love, Carolyn

Hey Mom,
But you also say that I’m your sweetie.
Winston

Dear Winston,
Of course you are. You aren’t always a devil. I love that you ride around on my shoulder, purring in my ear. You snuggle when you are sleepy. You wait by the front door when I go out for a walk. And you cry out for me when you don’t know where I am. You have a very distinctive loud “Mommy!!!” cry.
Love, Carolyn

Hey Mom,
Sometimes I lose track of you. I have to call you to find out where you are.
Winston

Dear Winston,
I love that it matters where I am.
Love, Carolyn

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Bitey-Whacky

Dear Mom,
The cats have been making me crazy.
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
I know. You get very excited when they play. They race around, you follow them barking, and this place becomes a madhouse.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
You call the cats The Loud Boys. 
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
They are loud indeed. I don’t know how a pair of animals that small can have such thundering feet on the hardwood floor. Though I have to say, Winston’s feet are enormous. He’s going to be a big cat one day. 
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
When Winston goes at manic speed it’s very exciting.
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
Yes, that’s his top speed. His four speeds seem to be Zonked Out, Sweetly Cuddly, Attack Mode, and Manic Blowout. Manic Blowout usually involves thundering feet. And things getting knocked over. Like the Cat Tree in the kitchen. And one of the dining chairs yesterday. I don’t know how a slender eight-pound cat can do that. Who knows what he’ll do today. It’s Friday the 13th. Anything could happen.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
The cats are noisier than I am.
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
No honey, you make up for it with your incessant excited barking.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
I don’t bark when I play Bitey-Whacky with Winston.
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
No you don’t. I love it when you two play that game. You do the dog version,  Bitey-face, and Winston does the cat version, Whack-a-face, and you both keep at each other’s faces for a nice long quiet play-time. I especially like the quiet part.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
It’s not as exciting as barking and racing around the house with the Loud Boys.
XOXO Poppy

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