Saturday, January 15, 2011
She has been a cat in search of a name. After bouncing around the "M"s for a while--Matilda, Magdalene, Madeleine--I started to call her "Mona," based on her mournful mew. Mo-mo for short. "Princess Mona," if you want to believe her.
But, I suppose, since she has fixated on Dennis as her person, his wishes have the most weight. He just refers to her as "my Precious" in a Gollum-like voice.
So "Precious" is how she will be known.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Max is our first truly "outdoor" cat. He was a terrible housecat and seemed miserable when we forced him to be one. Since moving out to his own shop (the new shop addition), he has been in his own element.
He has a set of trails that he patrols around our property, though when the temperatures have been near zero, as they have for the past few days, he doesn't move too far from his heated shop.
We took advantage of the warmer afternoon temperatures (the heat of the day is around twenty) to go for a walk in the back yard. Max accompanied us in the manner of cats, sprinting from tree to tree and dodging out to ambush us at appropriate times.