Sunday, December 30, 2007

2007 Roll Call - Demi


Our sweet old matriarch...

Demi is a low-key cat but she was smart enough or lucky enough to come to our door when she found herself pregnant and abandoned in 1991. Now a healthy eighteen years old, she will probably outlive her kittens, Frieda and Cissy. She has been content to be in the background, not as out-going as her offspring but every bit as loving.

Demi's Page

Saturday, December 29, 2007

2007 Roll Call - Frieda


I fear Frieda's time with us is drawing toward its inevitable closing. She is diminished these days as she fights chronic and progressive kidney failure, but her spirit is unbowed. She is the undisputed queen in the shop and will be right until the end.

Frieda's Page

Friday, December 28, 2007

2007 Roll Call - Cissy


Cissy (aka Little Sister) has been a sweetheart all of her sixteen years. She has grown more fragile-appearing with age but retains her zest for life and her unwavering affection.

Cissy's Page

Thursday, December 27, 2007

2007 Roll Call - Maggie


Despite her fierce-looking face, Maggie has a very sweet temperament. She usually defers to the other cats in the shop but after Fred died in September, she moved up onto the mezzanine--where he spent most of his time in his latter years--and claimed it as her space.

On her own turf, she has gained confidence and cows even Twitch, the big bruiser.

In cat society, everything depends on finding one's niche, apparently.

Maggie's Page

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

2007 Roll Call - Snickers


Snickers has a lot of personality but for some reason she is universally disliked by all the cats that know her. I suspect that she can be a bit of a sh*t when it suits her.

Snickers' Page

Tuesday, December 25, 2007

2007 Roll Call - Grendel


This is Grendel, resting in her cardboard box sanctuary, located in the corner of the upstairs sitting room. She comes out when the house is quiet and watches us from the hallway or goes downstairs to the cat condo or the spare bedroom.

She gets as much human interaction as she wants. And sometimes more than she wants. We haul her into the vet clinic every six weeks to get an injection for her asthma.

I guess that she is thirteen years old.

Grendel's Page

Monday, December 24, 2007

2007 Roll Call - Punkin



My sweet, pushy, hard-headed little soul-mate...

Punkin's Page

Friday, December 21, 2007

2007 Roll Call - Bunny


Blind Bunny has been walking in circles for two years.

She came down with vestibular disease in July of 2005. Normally, a cat will recover or compensate for this disorder in a matter of weeks but because Bunny can't see to orient herself, she has been walking around with a list to starboard ever since. It hasn't really changed her daily grind--which was never demanding in the first place--but she is more careful when climbing up onto or down from the bed.

Aside from that, Bunny's life is pretty uneventful. She doesn't go downstairs much any more and spends most of her time either sleeping on the bed, staking out the food dish in the bathroom or sleeping in the sitting room in a cat bed strategically-placed to catch the sunlight.

I was heartened to see her walking in left-handed circles the other day. Maybe she is starting to get things straightened out.

Bunny's Webpage

Thursday, December 20, 2007

2007 Roll Call - Houdini

Nash and Houdini
Houdini--or as we call him--Houdi is a quiet, well-mannered cat about which we know very little.

He appeared on the scene abandoned in our neighborhood and for a year or two lived in our yard, eating the food we put out but disappearing if he saw any sign of us. I worried for his continued health and safety, so after much effort, managed to capture him and bring him inside.

He has turned out to be a very nice cat. He is probably ten year old by now and asks very little of us but warmth, food and affection. His demands aren't hard to meet.

Houdini's Webpage

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

2007 Roll Call - Nash


Nash is a bit of a cry-baby.

He first appeared in human record as a young cat--less than a year old--found crying under someone's deck out ast End Road. He was brought to the Animal Shelter. Where he sat in a cage and cried.

He caught my eye because his coloring reminded me of Cissy--and at that time he was about the same size as she was. Only later did he grow to his line-backer-like proportions.

I brought him home as a foster-care cat and when my cousin was looking for a cat, I offered Nash to her family. He lived with them for a couple years and seemed content with his life.

Then family live was sundered and Nash found himself with his housemate Raider back at the Animal Shelter. So he came back home with us, where he has finally found a lifetime home.

Yet he still finds a lot to complain about. Poor dear thing.

Nashley's Webpage

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

2007 Roll Call - Raider


Raider is one of our gentle giants--weighing in at twenty-two pounds the last time we got him on a scale. He is a quiet cat but very perceptive. And he is a good boy. You can almost see him trying to figure out what it is we expect from him and trying to provide it.

He was originally my cousin's cat and ended up--with Nash--at the Animal Shelter when she had to relocate after her divorce. I couldn't stand to see Nash and Raider in cages so brought them home, where they have been well-behaved and affectionate. Sometime in the course of years, they went from being her cats to being ours.

Nash and Raider, along with Houdini, form the core of the "Boys in the Back"--a social group of cats that live in three small room off our bedroom and have little interaction with the other cats in the house.

Raider's Webpage

Monday, December 17, 2007

2007 Roll Call - BeBe


BeBe was Bennie's boy before he was ours. He belonged to the older gentleman who lived across the road from us, a ghostly-glimpse of a cat that we watched--from a distance--grow from kitten to adult.

A one person cat--because he only knew one person--he learned to follow me to our greenhouse, where there would be a fresh sprig or two of catnip for him. After a few weeks, he decided I wasn't so bad and would come running when he saw me heading for the greenhouse.

I worried about him--that he would come to a sad end with his indoor-outdoor lifestyle. But it was Benny who went first.

It was December, 2000 that we inherited BeBe. He came to our house when his master died. He didn't know anyone else or anywhere else in the neighborhood. But he knew that we were nice to him. So we took him in because we had liked Benny and we wanted to do that much for him--keep his last companion safe and warm and loved. He is a last link to Benny and I often wonder Do you know we have your cat, Benny? That he is in good hands?

BeBe is a character and a handful but I am glad we gave him shelter. I don't think anyone else would appreciate him as much as we do.

BeBe's Webpage

Sunday, December 16, 2007

2007 Roll Call - Slippers


Now that Tiny is gone, little Slippers has taken the best sleeping spot in front of the wood stove.

Slipper's Webpage

Saturday, December 15, 2007

2007 Roll Call - Toby John


We aren't sure exactly how old Toby John is. We rescued him from the Animal Shelter several years ago and believe he is now at least sixteen years old. He continues to do well with twice-daily insulin injections for his diabetes.

He is such a sweet-natured cat I can't imagine why anyone would have given him up.

Toby John's Webpage

Friday, December 14, 2007

2007 Roll Call - Clarence


Clarence has adjusted very well to living in the back with the Boys, becoming a young prince among the older lords. The assertive side of his personality--stifled by Frannie when he was living in the main house--has revealed itself in his confident and relaxed demeanor.

I wish we could bring him in the house but he is a sprayer and his time in the back rooms doesn't seem to have changed that although his "mis-steps" are few now. He seems to have found a niche he is comfortable in, at any rate. Clarence is Lola's brother. Both littermates are Bart's offspring.

Clarence's Webpage

Thursday, December 13, 2007

2007 Roll Call - Frannie



Deaf but devoted.

I am not longer surprised to find Frannie waiting for me when I step from the shower, though it took a long time for it to dawn on me just how devoted she was. She's not demonstrative about like some I could mention (Punkin) but she is always *there*. She usually sleeps at my feet and will follow me from room to room as I go about my chores.

And of all our cats, she is the one waiting on the bathmat while I shower.

Frannie's Webpage

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

2007 Roll Call - Lola


Lola, born in our yard in 2003, is still wary of people but she is getting better as she matures. We seduce her with raw chicken.

She has been living with the Boys in the Back for a couple of years now. We would really like to get her to feel comfortable being back in the house. Maybe we can make that our goal in 2008.

Lola's Webpage

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Remembering Sparky

One song that never fails to send a shiver through me and turn my thoughts inward is "Winter, Fire and Snow" by Anuna.

Sometimes it even makes me cry as I sing along.

In winter fire is beautiful
Beautiful like a song--


It's not just the sparse instrumentation and ethereal voices of the performers...

In winter snow is beautiful
All of the winter long...


...it is the sense of longing and loss that fills my heart with memories.

The day gets dark uneasily
Darker and darker still
And you are gone to Carnevale
And I feel the winter chill...


It's been nine years since that December afternoon that I held our gray-and-white cat Sparky as he gave his last gasps. Congestive heart failure had hit him hard and fast. He was not yet five years old.

He had come to live with us four years earlier, half a cat. Half-starved, half-frozen and half grown--a cat casually abandoned when he became an inconvenience.

He was never an inconvenience to us, the little cat with too-many toes and a heart too big for his body. In the too-brief time between his first winter and his last, Sparky had a home with warmth and food and a yard full of exciting things to explore. He knew love and gave love. I guess that's what we are all here for.

But he left us on a darkening December afternoon, marking all Decembers since with the sadness of his loss.

But you little son come safely home
Riding the tail of the wind
May you always come this safely home
In winter, fire and snow.



In my mind's eye, I see a little gray and white cat padding homeward in the early winter dusk, his over-sized paws leaving a neat line of stitches across the pale yard...



Come home to us in winter, Sparky.

Reside with us--if only in memory.

~*~*~*~*~*~*

Cross-posted from A Quiet Life

Monday, December 10, 2007

2007 Roll Call - Skinny



Skinny's real name is "Star" but we never call her that.

"Skinny" just suits her.



She is another one of our cats who showed up in our yard, looking for food and safety. And companionship. After she spent several days looking through the screen door at our cats, we invited her inside. She holds herself aloof from us but enjoys the others cats.

Skinny's Webpage

Sunday, December 9, 2007

2007 Roll Call - Bart



No stranger to anyone who follows this blog, Bart is one of those mystery cats.

Where did you come from? I wonder, as he throws himself against my feet in adoration.

No one watching his displays of trust and affection would suspect that he lived in our yard for years while we wrote him off as "hopelessly feral," a cat that could never be tamed.

Turns out, he was tame all along. It just took us a while to learn that.

Even after he had started to hang out on the back deck and peer through the patio door at all hours, we still thought he was wild. He would retreat with a hiss when we brought him food but his withdrawals were shorter and shorter and he would be back, looking in through the door at our cats and their secure lives, in a matter of minutes.

Even after we lured him inside, he was stand-offish. It took me two months to venture to pet him--and that opened the way. His back curved into the caress with a hunger that made me wonder--how many years has it been since someone touched you with love, little cat?

I look at him now and wonder what his story is. He obviously lived with loving people at some point in his life. Unlike Mimi or Maggie, he doesn't flinch when we lift a hand to pet him, so I don't think he was physically abused.

But somewhere on the long road that led from his first home to our backyard he had learned to be distrustful of human intentions. He spent at least three years living outside through Alaskan winters. The food and water we provided kept him close to our house but didn't earn his trust easily.

Maybe it was seeing how our other cats interacted with us, seeing their trust and fearlessness, that made him want to come a bit closer. And give humans another chance.

Bart has turned out to be a wonderful companion. I'm glad he gave us the chance to love him.

Bart's Webpage

Saturday, December 8, 2007

2007 Roll Call - Twitch



It's been over two years since he showed up in our yard, looking for food and shelter--a young cat who had been roughly handled and neglected before his final abandonment.

Time has soften his rough edges and we rarely refer to him as "The Evil Mr. Twitch" these days. In fact, he is one of my favorite companions when I am working out on the mezzanine or in the shop. He will come and flop down beside me, purring and soaking up affection like a thirsty sponge. It has taken time but he finally seems to believe he is loved.



I love the color of his eyes--a clear greenish yellow that reminds me of peridot.

Twitch's Webpage

Friday, December 7, 2007

2007 Roll Call - Mimi

I thought that I would close out the year by posting a photo and a few words about each of our cats.

I started to do this for Holidailies at Home last December, so apologies to those who may find this a bit redundant.


I tend to list our cats in the order in which they arrived to live with us. So to change things around, I'll start with one of the last cats to join our merry band, Mimi.



Mimi is a big cat. But she is a gentle giant. Since she joined the family back in 2005, she has never made a single aggressive move toward any of the other cats. As you can see from the photo, she has extra toes on all her feet. What the photo doesn't show is her little tail-flap. Mimi is a manx with just a hint of a tail. Combined with her big feet and coloring, it gives her a bobcat-sort of look.

Mimi's family moved away from our neighborhood in July 2005. During the chaos of the move, Mimi--known to them as Me Too--got away and would not be caught. When we trapped Mimi in December, I placed an ad in the local paper and got a call from her former family--in Oregon. They weren't in a position to retrieve her so asked that I ty to find her a good home if I could.

Upon consideration, we decided that she probably had a good home right where she was and kept her.

Mimi's Webpage

Thursday, December 6, 2007

Old Pic - Cissy and the Moose



Cissy must have been only a year or two old at the time. I was fortunate enough to have the camera in hand when she came tearing out of the woods with a curious (not furious) moose behind her.

Once Cissy got closer to the house, the moose lost interest and went back to browsing.

Wednesday, December 5, 2007

Quiet Time With the Tree



I haven't found any of the cats sleeping underneath the tree yet but Frannie spends a lot of time on the sofa since I turned it toward the tree.

I love the quiet atmosphere of this picture.

Tuesday, December 4, 2007

Frannie



So lovely and yet so very disturbed.

You would never guess from her pristine appearance what demons haunt poor Frannie. When she isn't folowing Clarence or Mimi around with a single-minded predatory intent, she is pulling her own hair out (usually all over a freshly-vacuumed carpet.) We make allowances for her because we realize the life of a deaf cat is one of isolation and confusion but I have heard of several apparently well-adjusted deaf cats so suspect some of her problems may stem from having had such a chaotic kittenhood.

Still--you would think six years of (relative) sanity and stability with us would count for something.

Not to make any generalizations, but almost all our white cats seem to be psycho to some extent. The only normal white cat we had was the late-lamented Pickle Boy, who was as down-to-earth and sensible a cat as you would want.

One the other hand, there's BeBe, posing in his pretty pink Piddlepants as he helps trim the tree.

Monday, December 3, 2007

Mr. Pink Party Pants

Bebe in his Piddlepants

So I have to ask myself why I keep telling him that he's a good boy when it is so obvious that he isn't.

(Gotta love him, though...)

So, the Great Letting-Bebe-Out-In-The-House experiment hit a snag when Denny caught him spraying upstairs. Apparently he isn't as well-adjusted as I thought (Bebe, not Denny)

So out come the old Piddlepants. I can still let Bebe out for a few hours a day but he has to wear The Pants of Shame.

Saturday, November 17, 2007

Johnny in the Snow



I found a lot of misplaced things this past week while looking for Denny's old passport. About an hour before I found that, I found some photos in a box--photos that I'd taken back before we went digital. In the winter of 1988, Johnny was a half-grown cat discovering snow for the first time. He remained fascinated with snowballs all his life.

Since the snow was coming down today in big, soft flakes, I thought I would post it in honor of snow and in memory of our sweet stripe-y boy.

Friday, November 16, 2007

Why Ours Are Housecats...

I saw this story in the Anchorage Daily News:

Cat Goes From Grizzly's Snack Back to Pet, Four Months Later
FEARED LOST: Neighbor says he saw Banger in bear's mouth.

By BETH BRAGG

The night Banger the cat vanished, a neighbor heard the black-and-gray tabby yowling. He ran outside and saw Banger dangling from the mouth of a grizzly that had roamed into the yard and left with a cat snack.

So much for Banger, owner Allison Sayer figured.

Until two weeks ago.

Four months after disappearing into the Eagle River woods, the cat reappeared less than half a mile from where it was last seen, 2 pounds lighter but otherwise intact.

...more



Click on the link to see Banger's photo. She looks like she's recovered well.

*~*~*~*~*~*

We have had moose chase our cats a couple times--more out of curiosity than malice--but we have come to keep them inside for the past several years. There are just too many dangers out there for us to rest easy with them outside.

So, in general our cats die from age-related problems, not accidents. Our oldest cat is about eighteen and we have several sixteen-year-olds. The middle group of cats that came from the shelter are in their early teens and the younger ones--Clarence, Lola and Twitch, were rescued from our own yard to have a chance to grow old.

Sunday, November 11, 2007



Charcoal looked so lovely sitting on the sofa downstairs, I had to take her picture.

It was thirteen years ago this month that we brought the frightened young cat home from the Animal Shelter. She had been left there in a box about a month previous and was so timid that she didn't seem a good candidate for adoption. But Denny said, "If she's that shy, we'll never know we have another cat..."

Although she is still easily spooked, Charlie is not a stand-offish cat. She has grown confident enough over the years to come downstairs when we have visitors. She lets us know when she wants some attention.

But our gentle Pisces kitty retains a delicate, ethereal air.

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Frannie Watching Snowmelt



Frannie spent several hours this morning watching water and small pieces off ice drip off the roof. She is more easily fascinated by visual phenomena than the other cats. The smallest movement can hold her attention for an hour or more.

Watching her, I grasp how isolated she is in her world of silence, alone even though surrounded by our bustling household.

Friday, November 2, 2007

Bart



One of the sweetest black cats you'll ever meet.

Thursday, November 1, 2007

Punkin



When I got home from the Shelter yesterday, I threw my costume on the bed, only to come back later to this scene.

I guess not all witches' cats are black.

With a name like Punkin, Halloween is your holiday.

Sunday, October 21, 2007



Tiny
1997 - 2007

Saturday, October 20, 2007

Tiny

There had been a hard frost overnight along the shoreline. Dry green leaves fell from the alders in the faint morning breeze. I watched them from the waiting room at the vet clinic, thinking what an apt metaphor for Tiny's life they made.

In my lap, wrapped in a plush blanket, Tiny drifted in and out of consciousness.

Her life had never been easy. There had been joy and love but above all, there had been pain. Crippled at an early age by human abuse, the little cat was stunted; her health was always fragile. She had been on pain medication for several years just so she could move around. Over the last few weeks, her movements had grown more awkward and difficult. For the past five days, she had barely moved at all.

We had known this decision was coming--we anticipated making it for the last two or three years. We knew the day would come when medical treatments would not be enough. We agonized over having to make that decision, but her sudden deterioration made the decision easy.

She was worn out and at the end of her strength. There was grief but no second-guessing our decision. Just sadness. Sadness that the bright and loving little spirit had been trapped in a crippled, painful body. Sadness that her potential had been stunted.

She was only ten years old. Under other circumstances, she could have expected another four or five years of life. Instead, like the frost-burned but still-green leaves falling outside, her life drew to its premature conclusion in the quiet veterinary clinic. All I could think of to tell her as she was released from her painful body was that I loved her and I was sorry.

Monday, October 8, 2007

Skinny's Back!



It took until 3:30 this morning, but we finally have all the occupants back in The House of Many Cats.

It took a combination of high- and low-tech efforts to get her back inside the house.

Denny spent an hour or so yesterday hooking up a couple of monitor cameras to our in-home system, adding a view of the back deck/cat condo area and one that monitored the pet door of the cat condo from inside the spare bedroom. So we could see if anyone entered the cat condo from outside and if they came through the pet flap.

The low-tech approach was the fishing line and weight we rigged from the condo door to the bedroom window. All I needed to do if a cat entered the enclosure was give a tug to shut the door and the weight would keep the door from opening again.

So all left to do then was sit and wait.

Because I had to get up for work at 4:30-ish this morning, Denny said he would stay up to watch the trap. Of course, he fell asleep soon after dinner, but I was not sleeping well anyway so I found myself napping as I kept one eye on the television screens. One was set to the back door cam and the other to the spare-room cam so between the two, I had the cat flap covered.

I had hoped to see our skinny little girl show up right after sunset but the hours of darkness stretched out without a sign of her. I got up periodically to check the live traps, just in case, but no luck there either.

About two I woke up noticed that the outside camera view seemed to show a cat silhouette but the inside cam didn't show anyone in the bedroom downstairs. I glanced back at the outside cam in time to see a faint outline of a skinny black cat scamper across the deck away from the house.

I had missed her. If she had been in the condo, she wasn't there now and who knew when she would come back. I got up, put some wood in the fire, double-checked the spare room and went back to bed. About an hour later, I woke up to see the same cat-shape silhouetted against the window downstairs. This time I didn't even think about it--I yanked the string.

Denny woke up during the excitement so while I ran down to bolt the condo door, I could hear him yelling that we had a cat. But when I checked the spare room, she was no where to be seen. I dashed outside with a flashlight to double-check the condo--maybe she had run back outside and was hiding in the litter box?

Nope.

But as I played the light over the cat flap, I saw a black head peek out from inside the house--Skinny.

"Hi there, baby!"

A huge weight lifted off me right then. She was back in the house. I only had to check four or five times before I let myself believe it. Skinny ran upstairs and comforted herself with the familiar confines of the ferals' hidey-box in the corner. I had to look in a couple times to convince my heart that she was really home before I went back to bed and slept the best I have since she and Bart got out.

I can cope with the lack of sleep today because my heart is happy.

Sunday, October 7, 2007

Happy To Be Here


This is Bart being happy to be inside and warm this morning.

About an hour after I got home from work last night, I went downstairs to get something from the kitchen. Even before I got to the foot of the stairs, I could feel the chill. The door was standing part-way open and the cold night air was streaming in. As I hit the landing, I caught a glimpse of Skinny on the front porch steps but when she saw me, she went running. Oh no! I knew there wasn't a hope in hell that she could be called back to the house. She is one of the most wild of the cats. Taming her was always something I put off for later...

I closed the door, hollered for Denny and we began a nose count. I was relieved that Grendel was still in her den upstairs but Bart was missing.

On the minus side, there would be no coaxing Skinny to come to us and even though I know Bart loves us, I didn't know if he would come to our calling.

On the plus side, both Skinny and Bart were experienced outdoor cats. Bart lived for several years in our yard before we trapped in him 2005 and Skinny had hung around the yard for several months in 2004 before we lured her through the door. They were both wary and knew the hiding spots.

Contrary to popular notions, cats are homebodies and rarely "run away." They can get lost and they can get scared and hide but generally they will stick close to their home.

And it was cold and windy--not very enticing weather for cats who have slept warm and safe for the past few years.

We felt fairly sure that given the chance, both Bart and Skinny would want to be back inside. We just had to find a way to get them back in without letting any more cats out.

We decided to close up the spare bedroom and open the outside door of the cat condo, hoping that the cats who have spent so much time sitting there looking out would realize that it was a way to get back in. We could peer through cracks in the stairs and through the wall vent from the living room to see if any cats were in the bedroom and then sneak out and shut the condo from the outside before anyone could get spooked and dart back out. I also set the live trap and put it by the front door where we could watch in on the monitor camera. Just in case.

I went out a couple times after midnight with a flashlight, calling for Bart. He answered me once and I saw the glint of his eyes up by the fuel tank but he wouldn't come to me and when I walked up there, he melted away into the darkness. About one am I saw him briefly on the front door camera but when I went outside, he was no where to be seen. I took a chair out and sat there for about twenty minutes, hoping he might come to me, but he never did. Cold and tired, I went back up to bed.

I got up about three to check the spare room--no luck.

About five, I came awake gradually, aware of a warm, purring body snuggling next to me. I opened my eyes and saw Denny standing by the bed, looking down at me with a smile. I looked at the cat purring under my hands--and it was Bart!

"He was sitting on the cat tree in the spare room when I checked," Denny told me.

It was a very nice way to wake up. We still have to find Skinny but I am probably about as happy as Bart is this morning.

Friday, September 28, 2007

Sweet Sixteen

Today is "the kittens" sixteenth birthday.


Cissy was the runt of the litter--the smallest of the kittens and the last one to weaned. She goes into the vet next week for a dental cleaning but she is in good health. Often when I come home from work late in the evening, she is the one cat waiting in the cat run to greet me.


Frieda is an intense, compact cat. She was the largest of the kittens when they were born, but now she and her sister are of similar size. Although she is a feline senior citizen, Frieda is still the undisputed queen of the shop, making even big, rambucious Twitch back down with just her withering stare.

I don't have a recent picture of their mother, Demi, but she is probably in better shape at eighteen than either of her daughters.



Here's the "madonna-and-kittens" pose I took back in October of 1991 of Demi and the babes. Frieda is--of course--the red kitten. The black-and-white kittens were the boys--Frosty and Dirt-Nose (he had a smudge of black color on his nose.) Frosty found a home with some friends near Clam Gulch, where he had a long life and was much-loved. Dirt-Nose went to live in Nanwalek, where he undoubtedly had an interesting but short life. I would wager that there are several black-and-white cats in that village who trace their lineage back to him. The calico at the end of the row went to a family in Homer. I would have loved to keep her--she was a long-haired calico that I had always wanted--but being such, she was the easiest to find a home for. So I passed her along to a loving home and found my calico three years later in Dinky.

They looked so much alike, it is hard to be certain, but I am pretty sure the orange-and-white kitten in the center of the picture is Cissy and not her sister Lucy Sue. We lost Lucy a couple of years ago to a malignancy. She was a wonderful, affectionate giant of a cat. Her smaller sister, Little Sister "Cissy" is more out-going and talkative, but keeps Lucy's image alive in our memories.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Frannie's nose



Frannie's been making herself popular again, I see from the fresh scratch on her nose.

It is undoubtedly from Mimi. Frannie terrorizes her without mercy. Mimi should realize by now that she is twice Frannie's size and could whip her ass but Mimi seems to lack confidence in herself. Self-confidence has never been a problem for Frannie, however, who can be relentless once she sets her mind to something.

Hence the fresh scratch.

When she first arrived at our house, Frannie wore a semi-permanent scratch on her nose. I guess the lack of being able to hear the other cats tell her to back off has its disadvantages. You would think by now her nose would be a mass of scarified tissue and I keep waiting for her to develop some exotic cancer from having the area damaged so often.

I feel sorry for her but she does bring it on herself.

Saturday, September 15, 2007

The Elusive Skinny



She's lived with us for three years but Skinny remains frustratingly elusive. I don't think she is actually afraid of us any more but it has become a habit that's hard to break. Still, she has taken to coming out of her hidey-hole to watch us dish up supper and after we are in bed for the evening, she will come out and play with the other cats. Sometimes she even comes into the bedroom and slips up into the window for a bit.

I have a feeling that she is very close to giving it up but she has resisted our blandishments thus far.

Friday, September 7, 2007

Fred



Red Fred 1988 ? - Sept. 6, 2007


Our dear old Fred reached the end of his time yesterday afternoon after a long and peaceful life.

Good-bye, old friend.

Fred's Webpage