Cats: Back from Vacation
The cats have returned from vacation — Ajax and Ruby made an extended stay in San Antonio with Daddy, but everyone else returned to Central Texas with me last Sunday, just in time for the cold snap. Sneaky was crying at the parlor window on Sunday night, so, since it was projected to get into the teens, I took a carrier outside, picked her up, put her in the carrier, and brought her in the house. She spent the night in Lady’s cage.
Delta and Floyd were particularly interested. Rossie, when Sneaky squeaked at her, ran. Daphne hissed and fluffed. I’m not sure Sneaky knew what to make of things, but she seemed to take everything in stride. When I came downstairs Tuesday morning, she was in the same position as above only she was in the litter box. It probably felt mostly like she was used to outside. She went back into the carrier without incident, and she was happy to be released outside. Monday night, when it was supposed to get just a little colder, she didn’t make any appearances at the parlor window, so I figured she didn’t want to repeat the experience of coming inside. Lady graciously moved to the downstairs bathroom for the night.
Severe cold weather seems to bring us another visitor. I’m calling him fluffy gray, but he’s really a short to medium haired gray tabby. At least, I think it’s a he. He’s too shy to get close to, but I’ve been able to get several pictures. He seems well-cared for, but presumably, he doesn’t have a home, or why would he appear here in really cold weather? I got a picture with the Finepix camera this morning:
Sneaky, of course, is as serious as ever (and as demanding of attention; she loves to be petted — but only on the side porch):
Tarzan and Floyd are wonderful big brothers to Daphne
Natasha, Lady, Rossie, Ajax, and Ruby are all doing just fine. That’s the “State of the Cat” for this week.
I loved seeing your cat family. Sneaky’s coloring is so unusual and he’s handsome.
Thank you, Karen. She’s mellowing into quite the cat, and her coloring is extremely unusual — her litter mates were a more traditional camouflage calico and two orange Bengals. I believe one of the orange Bengals was the mother of my four feral rescues I have in the house. Sneaky seems tamer than two of my indoor feral rescues at this point. That’s kind of an illusion, because the only place she’ll let us touch her is when we’re sitting on the side porch steps. Anywhere else, she stays just out of reach. In a way, I’m okay with that, because it should protect her from anyone wishing her harm from casually being able to catch her.