After the Holidays, we had a lot of cardboard boxes in the garage.
You will need way too much time on your hands, a glue gun, and many many long strips of cardboard for this project….
but the cats really are using it! Directions HERE.
“May your days be merry and bright…”
(but we could do without the white stuff).
The best decorations have fur.
You’ve probably been wondering how our own furry family has been doing.
Tommie, Ms. Grace Lillian, and Mickey Mouser have formed a club which meets frequently during the day at various locations around the house.
Last Fall I wrote several times about the bumpy road we were traveling trying to ease baby Mickey into the family. Time and patience took care of most of the problems.
If you’re in that situation with your own cats, hang in there!
It seems like yesterday that I found the most adorable kitten with enormous paws in our front yard. Today Tommie’s 13 years old. We’ll be breaking out the kitty treats tonight!
It’s been a while since my own cats have made an appearance here.
At Christmas, friends gave me a basket filled with gourmet treats.
I unpacked it on my kitchen island, and before I could decide where to put it, the cats staked a claim.
Morning Shift: Baby Mickey has a rainbow on his face from a crystal in the window.
Any Time Food Is Prepared Shift: Tommie loves to keep us company.
Night Shift: Here’s Gracie!
They love this basket. My question is, why do they avoid the lovely new cat bed I purchased for them?
Meanwhile back at home, Tommie has the high score in the “Game for Cats” app. Is it his mighty hunter attitude or those big polydactyl paws?
Our kitten Mickey is now 6 months old. It took about 2 months for Tommie and Gracie to realize that there was no getting rid of him!
There is still a daily wild rumpus, wrestling matches (with Tommie), and a little hissing and spitting (all Gracie). But at the end of the day, we find Tommie and Mickey cuddled up together.
Peace, for the moment.
Twelve years ago I saw a mother cat and her kittens passing through our front yard. There were a lot of feral cats in our neighborhood back then.
I called out, “Here kitties, kitties!” The momcat and two kittens disappeared into the woods and were never seen again.
The third kitten came to me. We named him Tommie and we lived happily ever after.
Sundays at the Shelter
