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Leaving

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Whenever we leave the cats are the first to protest. They gather. They know we are headed out. It’s the suitcases. That is the essential difference from a day trip. And they are smart enough to know full well what a suitcase implies. Sometimes they lie inside the bag as though we would pack and take them too. Other times they just gather outside the bedroom door and lie forlorn. Nutley lay upon the stair head hanging in resignation. I know it. They know it. And we all miss each other before anyone is out the door. Pitiful. You bet! We are away this Xmas. The cats miss us as we do them. We do our best. Someone loses and some win. Bittersweet.


Cute

Who’s cute? My cats. Cat proud? I guess. Different? Would that be pose or cat? Obtuse? Sometimes.


Kitten Kittens

I ran across the kitten pictures. They were small enough to fit together into a small bathroom sink. Cute! Yes, they were. And they grew up and barely fit singly into that sink. Cute, innocent, curious, they had not yet shown their character but they were sure to become characters. About the best you hope is that they look when you call their names. They do. Cute? You bet! I like them when they are kittens. It’s why I’m forbidden to go to the pet food store. There’s always a hard luck rescue cat appealing to me.


What if…

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Ordinarily, this image would not make the “cut.” But it is the last image I have of Feather and Spice together before… we went to WV for a visit. Apparently, the door to the terrace was open and all seven cats had a shot at “escape.”

“If you love something, set it free…”

Mike and Jen managed to round up five of the seven cats… no Feather or Spice. Spice showed up on the second round of searching. No Feather. We were five hundred miles from home and on the way back within the hour. We cut a very important visit short to make the dash home. I suspected that Feather would be home. She is the least likely to bolt. There were four others more likely to explore the wide wide world. Happy ending! Feather was home. Hiding. She strolled out after we made a fruitless search. She was good and ready to finally show herself. You can imagine how relieved we were. Is Feather my favorite among the seven? I guess you love all your children alike. But, there’s always a secret favorite.


I wish…

… I had a better image. A white cat in the white snow, how cute! Think of the possibilities. I did not realize the potential. Oh well, I can dream about lost opportunity. Next time, perhaps I will be more alert. Hey, I almost got it. I learned my lesson. Meanwhile, I’m not sure Patch ever experienced snow. It was a first for us both.


I miss my cats

Whenever we travel, we miss leaving our cats behind. Their quirky habits and dependency upon us have endeared them in a way that defies rational explanation. If you have a pet, you know how we feel. There was no viable path for me to bring my Middle East cats home. The internet says it can be done. Nope. It never would have been possible. Rational heads (Colleen and Farid) persuaded me to abandon my fantasy. Cats live many years. Mine were not old. I hope they have survived. Their life is/was harsh. Even now, I think of them and miss them. Look closely. There is an alpha cat. That would be Lulu. She never did accept Cassie in the house.


Twins

We call Ray and Nutley the twins. They arrived together. We have three sets – of twins – the sisters, the boys, and the twins. Rainy day, it was great light coming from the window. I must admit I am color. I don’t think in black and white at all. I tried. But I am completely seduced by color. Cute helps too. They are bigger now. Even so, Ray fits his big ole’ self right into the basket and is happy as a clam. Clam? Why/when are clams happy? Everyones’ eatn’ ’em.


Screened

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Banned! Ray and Nutley are delinquent cats who jump the gate and make a break for the great outdoors whenever they see an opportunity. Punishment! They were consigned to the studio and could only longingly peer out through the screen. I like the graphic. They’d rather be on the other side. But, then I wouldn’t eat in peace. Hmmm? Don’t you eat with a camera beside you?

 


Foyer

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Well, we carried our joke far. I had to trash a toilet. They charge for bulk pickup. And it’s on Monday. So, I had to leave the trash in my foyer for a few days. The development would have objected to a toilet at the end of the driveway. Flowers? Why not? And, a curious cat can never resist exploring something new. What’s in your foyer?


Lazy Susan

Lazy Susan is a turntable device. It allows you to reach things in a corner cabinet that might otherwise be hard to reach. Nutley, my nut of a cat, likes to bang on the door and bounce it open. Then he climbs into the cabinet. What’s in your cabinet? We have to leave the door open lest he be trapped inside. Or, can he reverse engineer and get himself out?