October 13th 2013 2:01 pm
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We thought we’d post this diary to say how much we’ve enjoyed the time we’ve spent here, but that we’ll be moving on for now. We will leave our pages up, in case we’re able to pop in from time to time.
As an update, we’re all doing well here, including the Ferals. Owl is growing into a handsome young tom cat – I try to give him the smackey-paw at least a couple of times a week just to keep him in shape. Sleeper is beautiful - in a large way. Fearless is sadly mentally-challenged, but we love her anyway. I am, of course, my usual adorable snarky self. As I said, the Ferals are well…with a few additions. Aunt Bobbie, who was around all winter and then disappeared, has returned. Apparently she’s been living across the road. A grey tabby that the pawrents have unimaginatively named the New Guy who showed up early in the spring and then left, is back acting like he hasn’t eaten since he left. And there’s one more…he’s a 4 month old (or so) black male, skinny as a rail, though he’s putting on weight now. He hasn’t left the porch since he showed up a week or so ago. I think he’s afraid it might disappear if he does and he’d be alone again. The Papa named him Spock – the pointy ears, don’t ya know?
Well, I guess that’s it for now – be well, my friends.
September 4th 2013 7:58 am
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Personally, I think this part of his training was long overdue, so I decided to take matters into my own paws.
Last night was one of our livelier nights - don't know why; maybe the subtle change in the weather. It's been an odd summer anyway, mostly. Cool nights and only occasional hot days. But yesterday I felt it - that first sense that fall might be just around the corner. It had us all wired, active in the wee hours of the night. And we weren't the only ones moving around...
Fearless, ever ready to sacrifice herself to a cause, ran interference for us, keeping the pawrents occupied in other directions. Sleeper was lookout cat, keeping watch in the door. But we were found out anyway early this morning by the Mama.
I caught a mouse last night out in the cattery - at least the Mama assumes it was me. (I assure you - it WAS.) I, of course, brought it in to play with (torture, you mean, says the Mama with a frown.) Hey - I'm a cat; it's a mouse - you do the math.
And - (and this is what amazed the Mama and is the only reason she's letting me talk about it) in a spirit of true generosity and selflessness, I gave it to Owl. (Don't say I never gave you anything, you little irritant.) This is what the Mama found when she walked into the bedroom: Sleeper by the door, watching, and me and Owl with the mouse. Or rather, my looking on like a proud cat-mama while Owl batted the mouse around. Unfortunately, or fortunately - depending on your point of view - it was still alive, so the Mama grabbed it up in a wad of paper towels and took it outside, putting it in a spot where the Ferals wouldn't get it, in case it had a chance of recovery. She has told us before, she applauds us keeping the mice out of the house, (wishes we wouldn't bring them IN), but she's not keen on our keeping them alive to play with. What can I say? It's who I am - deal with it.
August 27th 2013 12:33 pm
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It's a rainy, muggy day today - kinda boring. Watched the Mama clean the stove (yawn). Played with mousie - but only when I thought no one was looking. Slapped Owl around a couple of times, but my heart wasn't really in it. Licked the empty food bowls until the Mama felt sorry for me and put a little dry food in there (what a pushover.)
Could go out in the cattery, but I can't seem to work up the energy for it. Besides, if I do that too often, the humans start to think this qualifies for "outdoor time". Not. I won't be satisfied till I get my leash-walk. Which, BTW, 25 - 30 minutes is not nearly long enough. Might as well nap.