Lily has been up to her old tricks! Recently she became obsessed with sitting in the laundry room cupboard. Go figure! She would not rest until I made a spot for her.
Once inside her new perch, she surveyed the laundry room then quickly determined that doing laundry wasn’t that fun after all.
Good observation, Lily!
Wow, it's been crazy, dangerously cold for so many days now that we're losing track of time. We are very grateful that we are safe and warm. It's truly heartbreaking that so many people and animals are suffering.
We are keeping close tabs on our Texas peeps and so far, they are doing ok with no loss of power or water. Rory is staying as warm as she can and is reportedly spending most of her time like this:
Oh, and there's also the inside of my brown sweatshirt (not sure how it got on the floor):
Then there's the old state fair blanket, supplemented with an old baby blanket:
Then there's the fuzzy cat mat, accented with same baby blanket:
Hope everyone can stay as safe and warm as Lily!
Happy Feline Friday!
When I was growing up, we had a mama kitty who delivered two litters of kittens reliably each year. We always found good homes for them, as we lived in a small town with no shortage of people who wanted at least one cat. One year, our Peanut tragically lost her entire litter of kittens to a hawk or owl which swooped into our garage and plucked them out of the nest. It was a traumatic event for everyone -- especially me, and my parents soon found a kitten for me with hopes that it would ease my pain.
Enter Mittens, a calico kitten we adopted from another family in town. She wasn't well-socialized but she was certainly beautiful and I loved her immediately. As with all of our cats at the time, Mittens was an indoor-outdoor cat. As she got older, she spent more and more time indoors.
Mittens wasn't a friendly kitty and I soon became the only one who could really handle her -- as one would say, she was a one-purr-son cat. As you can see in this picture, Mittens had a spectacular coat and an especially sweet face. Unfortunately, her long fur was prone to matting and she was difficult to groom, so she soon became known as "mat cat".
In spite of her somewhat surly personality, Mittens let me feed her from a bottle and even dress her in doll clothes from time to time.
She was keenly interested in all kinds of "people food". I distinctly remember one year when she ruined Thanksgiving (at least in my mom's eyes) by eating the centers out of two of her famous pumpkin pies as they cooled on the counter. I was the only one who found that little event quite hilarious.
In spite of spending so much time outside, Mittens lived a good long life -- to at least age 22. As such, she was a big part of my growing up years. In fact, I can barely remember a time when we didn't have her with us.
