No, we don’t have new kitties. We had lunch with their minions, Karen Rose Smith and her handsome husband yesterday. Sunnybud is their stray/feral — more stray than feral, who visits regularly for petting and Fancy Feast. Karen regularly posts about his antics on Facebook. Their indoor kitties, London, Zoie, … Continue reading →
Maybe this is why Rossie and Lady have so much trouble getting along. Most of the time, when I look at Rossie, she has this look in her eyes: With cats, a steady stare is supposed to be a sign of aggression. In Rossie’s case, I think it’s a passive … Continue reading →
The cats are spending time at their resort. I assigned roommates. Sneaky is the odd cat out, but she hasn’t had an opportunity to demonstrate who she gets along with. At the beginning of their stay, they are roomed as follows: Lady and Daphne; Rossie and Sapphire; Ajax and Ruby; … Continue reading →
Someone is always willing to help with laundry, if it isn’t changing the sheets on the bed, it’s keeping the sorted laundry from wandering off. As you can see, it’s exhausting work.
Continue reading →All the kitties are well. Lady is happy as long as she can sit or lay on a chair near us. Sapphire is growing like a weed, very playful, but she has little or no interest in letting us pick her up. She does watch out interaction with the other … Continue reading →
We’re late posting, because we’ve been too busy. Sleeping. And posting to cat photo sites, commonly known at kitty porn. We had to convince Tarzan that the last time he jumped through the transom, it wasn’t pretty. I think we’ve talked him down from the bookshelf he uses to get … Continue reading →
Sapphire is acting more kitten-like. She plays (usually later in the evening). During the say, she prefers to find a dark spot and sleep. I’m certain this is the feral influence. Her mother taught her well. She’s a sweet kitten, though, and will lay on my chest or, this morning, … Continue reading →
Kitten still doesn’t have a name, but she’s content to sleep on my chest. (Yes, I had to move her shortly after I took that photo — my hand went to sleep.) Or under a heater. Or behind the trunk. Or nearly anywhere. I think she may have a touch … Continue reading →
Get out of the way, Tarzan. I’m going to write this. (Hiss! Slap! Slap!) (Meow.) They’re gone. We have the house. All except Rossie. They took her with them. Ajax, stay out of my way. I’m writing this update. *Grrrrr.* Oh. Fine. You go ahead. Move along. Nothing to see … Continue reading →
