Thursday, November 27, 2008

Thankful



Black Jack is obviously thankful for his new home and his new bed. We are glad that he's no longer out in the cold.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

The Red Girl



The newest cat is relaxing in the big cage but soon will be given the run of the shop. True to her Persian blood, she is mellow and confident, with no interest in confrontation.

We haven't settled on a name for her yet. For now, I refer to her as "Fluffy" or "Fluffer-nutter" just because we have to call her something.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Frannie



Frannie found a spot for herself between the window ledge and the as-yet-undecorated tree. The perfect place for bird-watching.

Monday, November 24, 2008

Flame in the Night



We finally trapped the shaggy red-haired cat yesterday morning.

After we got the cat from the trap to the cage, we were able to ascertain that it was not only quite tame but a female as well.

I seem to have a karma for those red girls...

She is a mellow and friendly girl. Like Sally, she is in very good shape.

I put both of the newest cats in the newspapers, hoping maybe someone is missing them. But since they were out hunting food in the middle of the night and in single-digit temperatures, I suspect no one cares for either of them.

For now, they are both safe and warm. I hope these are all of the lost cats wandering in our area. How I hate seeing little paw prints in the snow outside on bitter winter mornings.

Sunday, November 23, 2008

His Own Bed



Black Jack has chosen as his own the convergance point of the pathways through the shop. We find him hunkered down at the foot of the cat tree keeping an eye on our comings and goings. So I brought him out a couple of our "cat-bed" rags to make him a nesting spot and he seems quite happy to have a bed all of his own.

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Tabby Girl



She is in the house now.

We trapped her a couple days ago.

She spent two days in the cage in the shop, adjusting to her change of circumstance while we took stock. She is friendly and apparently spayed--which means she has been someone's kitty at one point in her life. Her shyness speaks of a long time on her own, scrounging for a living, but she is in good shape, except for a healing wound on her forehead, above her left eye. It is circular--the impact of a tooth or small projectile (pellet gun?)--and healed over. What had happened to her? Had she been shot and left for dead? Had she had a narrow escape from a dog or coyote?

I doubt we will ever know but she is safe now.

She proved so friendly that we let her out of the cage after a couple days and let her come into the house. She has claimed the cat tree in the spare bedroom as her spot and is happy to recieve our attentions there.

I don't know why she was abandoned but so far, she has been no problem at all. Regardless, she has a home here.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Monday, November 17, 2008

Cats and Sun



Punkin and Bart catch the afternoon rays.

We are saddened to see Punkin grow thinner as her kidney disease progresses. Her time is drawing toward its close. She seems drawn out and restless. I treasure each moment we have with her, counting off the dates--will she last until Thanksgiving? Christmas? Will she see the dawn of 2009?

Love lasts forever. Life doesn't.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Ghosts

Just days after we trapped Black Jack back in September and brought him inside, another cat began making nocturnal visits.

On our monitor camera, it appeared white but when I crept downstairs to peek out the window, I saw the cat was actually a vivid orange.

I have a weakness for orange cats. He reminded me of Wild Red, the feral father of Frieda and her littermates. He vanished thirteen years ago, undoubtedly victim to the cruelties of the wild.

Then, on the evening of Halloween, another cat appeared on the scene--a plumpish, shy-acting tabby who looked for all the world like the late Fat Sally. On the monitor, the resemblance was enough to give me chills. Was it the ghost of Fat Sally, come for an annual visit? It wasn't until she showed up the next night that I believed she was real.

And she was obviously a "she", timid and looking hesitantly around before snatching a few mouthfuls of cat food, quick to skitter off if startled.

I tell Denny that the stray cats around here are like sharks' teeth--pull one inside and another is quick to show up. I suspect that these two cats have neighboring territories and only the presence of Black Jack in our yard kept them from coming by earlier. But they are here now and the temperatures are dropping--so we have to start trapping again.

Until there are no sad little paw prints in the cold, cold snow.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Peaceful



Has she forgotten the cold, dark days of her life as a stray? I hope so.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Tummy Tuesday

Jackie rolling in the shop

Black Jack--aka "Jackie"--enjoys the security of an indoor life.

Monday, November 10, 2008

Black Jack

Jackie

Another picture of our newest addition as he relaxes in the shop.

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Raider



Raider--one of the "Boys in the Back"--has been venturing out into the main house in the last couple days. He behaves himself--as always-- and seems to be trying very hard to fit in.

Each evening, about supper time, he asks to return to the back rooms to spend the night with familiar companions.

Here he is napping on a convenient parka.

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Feral Cats



Some time ago I got tired of reminding people not to stand in the doorway talking on their way in or out.

In fairness, Punkin or Twitch or any other of the house cats are more prone to "door-dive" than our former-ferals, who devote their days to skulking and hiding. But chasing down any escapee is time-consuming and puts them in danger, so I made up reminders to post on our doors.

Friday, November 7, 2008

Snickers



The violas are finally being worn down by our steady sub-freezing temperatures but Snickers remains as lively as ever.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

A Quiet Moment


Punkin does a little sun-bathing upstairs.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Bart Relaxing



Easy-going Bart takes in some mid-day sunshine.

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Burnished



The low-riding sun of November gilds a watchful Twitch.

He is feeling more at-ease in the house now, though he still ends his hours-long forays into our world by asking to go back out into the shop.

Saturday, November 1, 2008

Out and About



I thought I would post a recent photo of Black Jack--the cat formerly known as "the black-and-white stray."

Since his surgery in September, he has become calmer and happier. He is feeling safe enough to dash around the shop in "play-mode" when he is let out of his cage. We guess him to be about five years old.

We still keep him confined when Twitch is in the shop. The two young males have yet to sort out their relationship. In a perfect world, they would eventually become friends and playmates but for now, there is too much insecurity and fear.

This is Black Jack under some shop equipment. He cleans up nicely.