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.


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.


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


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

Thursday, November 1, 2007


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.