25 February 2021

Feline Friday

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! 

19 February 2021

Feline Friday

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:

 

 
Meanwhile back in Iowa, the situation is nearly the same! It's really quite amazing how many napping options Lily has at her disposal.
 
First, there's my white fuzzy robe:

 
There's her Expensive Cat Basket, always a favorite: 

 
 
Just to mix things up, there's the old Thermo blankie:


 

 

 

 

 

 

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:



Oh, there's my white robe again! Must be quite toasty. I wouldn't know...LOL


And her beloved white rug:

Hope everyone can stay as safe and warm as Lily!

Happy Feline Friday!


12 February 2021

Feline Friday: All the Cats I've Loved

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.


Like all the kitties I've loved, Mittens left a paw-print on my heart!

05 February 2021

Feline Friday

 Lately, Lily has taken a liking to this old white rug which belonged to my mom. This rug, which has been bleached white from its original light blue, is very well traveled. After I cleaned out my parents' house, the rug came home with me. It went from Iowa to college in Indiana with Bailey, spent two summers collecting sand from feet in a Michigan cabin, traveled back to Indiana, and finally went on to Texas in the back of a moving truck. 


When we visited Texas in June, Bailey sent home a pile of things she no longer needed including Mom's old white rug. At the time, I didn't have use for it but since it had belonged to my mom, I thought I'd keep it around somewhere. 
 
Well, the rug barely made it indoors before Lily commandeered it for herself. She is crazy about the rug. And it has served her well. It was a cozy place to rest while she recovered from her surgery this past summer. And it holds up nicely to daily claw sharpening and bunny kicks. It's perfect for napping within view of the automatic feeder. They just don't make rugs like this nowadays.

 When I decided to look for a kitten 14 years ago, Mom was my partner in crime. The two of us went to the vet clinic to meet Lily and knew immediately that I had to bring her home with us. 
 
So maybe Lily somehow knows that this rug belonged to my mom. Maybe it feels familiar and comforting to her and reminds her of her own kitty mom. 
 
Do we need the rug? Does it fit our decor? No. 
 
But truth be told, it's comforting to me, too.