I dragged a large fern frond into the house through the cat door and left it on the kitchen floor for Bruce. He might find it an interesting specimen to add to his collection.
They are such unusual creatures, aren't they? I don't have a cat living with me. I'm hoping to avoid being called "That Crazy Cat Lady in #10" . So.. at least the description is reduced by one word.
PErfect!! "Who eats that!" hahahaha. Exactly Miss Gretl to a T. Gopher is pretty big for a catch, but head is the best part.... firsties. REcipe for gopher? ))) Its Hansel who gets the zoomies inside or out. KittyBoy has too much class for that kind of thing. Miss Gretl goes direct for the hunt first thing after breakfast gravy. I don't even bother to put the solids in her dish anymore. She goes for the fresh, organically grown, crunchy, juicy, free range tang of wild. I don't even get to see what she finds. No souveniers. Discrete. Grande Dame Mimi enjoys catered breakfast and dinner. Porch buddy Goldie sometimes will have most. These two hunt on proffessional level, inhale hard to get through the little door. 19 and 18 but refuse to come inside. South pasture and east gardens are theirs. Can't live without cats.
Ha! Very good. I always think that when my cat freaks out for a couple of minutes like Marvie does, nature is beginning its call - she soon disappears for a while. My cat is finally warming up to me after 12 years. I think she is missing Roscoe, our recently passed pooch, her best friend. Cats are so entertaining. Kudos, Sharron!
Twelve years! Wow, James. That is a long time to wait for a little acknowledgement! Gotta hand it to you. One of these days your feline will jump into your lap to sleep and you will know you have turned the corner.
Cats! I don't have one, but I have studied them. Odd creatures. Glad it made you smile. As did YOUR letter this morning. Aways a treat to eavesdrop on you and Terry, Rebecca.
I loved this, Sharron. I'm glad "Marvie" had a cat door that allows him full access inside and out. Despite animal rights imperative, to restrain our feline friends from living their full lives is abuse ... right? It's also human abuse with all the yowling and temper tantrums from the cat. ;)
Hah! Right on! Neither the cat nor the human need the misery. Where I live we are allowed to have a cat, but we can NOT let it out. So I don't have a cat. We'd both go bonkers.
My cat, Buda,spent his first five years sharing an apartment with another Weggie before landing at the shelter. After watching his languish in his kennel for weeks, I scooped him up. At first, I hesitated to let him go outside. We life in exurbia where coyotes roam and hawks and owls fly overhead. He's a big cat, but still he was not at the top of the food chain. Eventually, I let him out and he quickly learned where his borders were. Neighborhood cats showed him (amd me) that he was too much of a gentleman to roam the wild side. So, he stayed inside the fenceline of our backyard garden, feasting upon lizards (dammit) and lounging in the flowers or under the bird baths. He was too heavy to successfully catch birds, thank goodness, but I watched in awe as he dispatched a huge lizard who made the unfortunate decision to explore inside the house. He had a horrendous and painful death, but he had good long life.
I liked reading from the cat's point of view. Very clever.
"Darted back and forth, up and down the hallway at ultra high speed for two frenzied minutes."
Yup.
They are such unusual creatures, aren't they? I don't have a cat living with me. I'm hoping to avoid being called "That Crazy Cat Lady in #10" . So.. at least the description is reduced by one word.
PErfect!! "Who eats that!" hahahaha. Exactly Miss Gretl to a T. Gopher is pretty big for a catch, but head is the best part.... firsties. REcipe for gopher? ))) Its Hansel who gets the zoomies inside or out. KittyBoy has too much class for that kind of thing. Miss Gretl goes direct for the hunt first thing after breakfast gravy. I don't even bother to put the solids in her dish anymore. She goes for the fresh, organically grown, crunchy, juicy, free range tang of wild. I don't even get to see what she finds. No souveniers. Discrete. Grande Dame Mimi enjoys catered breakfast and dinner. Porch buddy Goldie sometimes will have most. These two hunt on proffessional level, inhale hard to get through the little door. 19 and 18 but refuse to come inside. South pasture and east gardens are theirs. Can't live without cats.
Spoken as a woman who REALLY knows cats.
Ha! Very good. I always think that when my cat freaks out for a couple of minutes like Marvie does, nature is beginning its call - she soon disappears for a while. My cat is finally warming up to me after 12 years. I think she is missing Roscoe, our recently passed pooch, her best friend. Cats are so entertaining. Kudos, Sharron!
Twelve years! Wow, James. That is a long time to wait for a little acknowledgement! Gotta hand it to you. One of these days your feline will jump into your lap to sleep and you will know you have turned the corner.
The life of a cat...such a busy day.
Marvin takes his job very seriously. Except of course, when he is napping. Which is about 19 hours a day. Thanks for reading at 🍁Leaves, Janice!
I just LOVED this, Sharron! Brilliant!
"It makes him feel needed." 🤣🤣🤣
Cats! I don't have one, but I have studied them. Odd creatures. Glad it made you smile. As did YOUR letter this morning. Aways a treat to eavesdrop on you and Terry, Rebecca.
LOL - you're such a very welcome eavesdropper, Sharron! It's a very important role for this project of Terry's and mine!
Yay to cats with character! 🙌
Hey Marvin, if you don't want any of that wet food, I have a lady cat here who would be more than happy to take them off of your paws. :).
It might be a purrfect arrangement. I will let Bruce know about your offer. Are you , by any chance, single? Bruce is a little lonely...
I had posted my comment to Marvin.
Sorry about that.
And no, I'm not single.
I'm married.
"Licked all the gravy off the food that Bruce put in my bowl, but left the disgusting inedible solid bits. "
This is why my cat only gets dry food now. Got tired of throwing out licked over bits!!😂
Or... you could just buy the gravy. Have you tried Squeeze Ups? Cat ambrosia. Apparenty. Thanks for coming by 🍁Leaves again, Meg!
This made me laugh and laugh. A the owner of no fewer than 3 moggies I could relate! X
They are all just a bunch of furry hooligans, if you ask me! Thanks for coming by 🍁Leaves, Janeen!
I loved this, Sharron. I'm glad "Marvie" had a cat door that allows him full access inside and out. Despite animal rights imperative, to restrain our feline friends from living their full lives is abuse ... right? It's also human abuse with all the yowling and temper tantrums from the cat. ;)
Hah! Right on! Neither the cat nor the human need the misery. Where I live we are allowed to have a cat, but we can NOT let it out. So I don't have a cat. We'd both go bonkers.
My cat, Buda,spent his first five years sharing an apartment with another Weggie before landing at the shelter. After watching his languish in his kennel for weeks, I scooped him up. At first, I hesitated to let him go outside. We life in exurbia where coyotes roam and hawks and owls fly overhead. He's a big cat, but still he was not at the top of the food chain. Eventually, I let him out and he quickly learned where his borders were. Neighborhood cats showed him (amd me) that he was too much of a gentleman to roam the wild side. So, he stayed inside the fenceline of our backyard garden, feasting upon lizards (dammit) and lounging in the flowers or under the bird baths. He was too heavy to successfully catch birds, thank goodness, but I watched in awe as he dispatched a huge lizard who made the unfortunate decision to explore inside the house. He had a horrendous and painful death, but he had good long life.
Thanks for your story, Sue. Buda was a good old man and a fine companion. And you saved him. You will remember him for a long long time.