Favorite Places

January 18, 2014 by pussycats3

You know animals. They all have their favorite places. This thought occurred to me as I wandered about the house. It seemed everywhere I went, there was another one. Different rooms, different spots, different poses, different favorite “doing.” As usual, I grabbed my camera (an old Nikon Coolpix S210). It still takes great photos, even though that itty-bitty orange plastic thing-a-ma-jig that’s supposed to hold the battery in place, broke off quite a while ago.

The first place I walked through was the kitchen. This is Rusty’s favorite place in the kitchen:

He doesn’t care what else is going on around him: noise, things being moved, another cat running by, a toy rolling along the floor, dishes or pots or pans rattling, etc. He just keeps his face in the bowl and he does what makes him most happy.

Then, I went out onto the patio – it’s cooler out there right now. I have the heat on in the house, but that area is not heated. It’s probably around 60 F. Another rather COLD day in South Florida. I was surprised to find Romeo out there. It seems he doesn’t care what the temp is out there. He is on one of his favorite chairs – nice and comfy, curled up on the cushion and enjoying the little bit of sun that’s coming through and landing right on his back. I say one of his favorite chairs, because he really loves best the chair that I like to sit on, but I keep that one unavailable to him with a pillow angled just right so he can’t get on it. I am entitled to sit on a chair – my chair – without getting cat hair all over my butt, aren’t I?

Well, I’m so glad Romeo’s so comfortable. Smart cat.

I wondered where Patches could be? I walked out of the patio, and meandered into the family room. Ah ha! There she is. I am amazed how she can squeeze herself into that “penthouse.” She’s not a small cat by any standard; and yet, she can maneuver her body into such a small circle! I have to say she knows how to get comfortable.

As I was walking out of the family room, I passed by the food station, and lo and behold! Rusty was still at it! Only, now, he switched over to the other bowl! Gotta love his determination.

Pet Zone Addicts

January 9, 2014 by pussycats3

Whenever I go into my closet, Romeo and Rusty think I’m getting a toy out for them. Many times, their hopes are dashed! This time, however, they were about to get something I hoped would draw their attention this time.

I’ve had the Pet Zone toy for years and every once in a while, I take it out, hoping that Romeo would find it interesting again. Rusty never showed any interest whatsoever. Countless times, Romeo would look at it, maybe stick a paw in the openings, try to move the mouse, but that would be the end of his attention.

Today was different – VERY DIFFERENT. Rusty went viral with it! Take a look:

Well, that was the first one. He had to think about it I guess. Here’s the next one:

Oh, sorry, wrong one. Romeo is drifting off to sleep. He’s not too interested right now.

Oh, now we’re getting somewhere!

Rusty is proving he can be proactive if he really sets his mind to it!

Oh good, Rusty, you almost have it. Keep trying!

That mouse is within your sights. Keep trying.

And in the meantime, Mom is going to express her surprise at this unexpected happening. She never thought she would see so much action at the Pet Zone and happily so!.

Glad to Be Back!

January 2, 2014 by pussycats3

After a long hiatus, I have decided to “resurrect” my “pussycats3” blog.

Rusty. My desk companion.

Fortunately, I can report that Patches, Rusty and Romeo are still doing well and are very contented cats; although, I must say, they seem to be a little more spoiled since my last blog posts. “Spoiled in what way?” you ask. If you have cats, or have ever had cats, you know how easy it is to spoil cats. I believe people other than “cat people” have no idea that it’s possible to spoil cats (“Only dogs and children can be spoiled,” you say?). Example: I made the mistake of letting Patches and Rusty lick some butter from my fingertip one morning. Ever since, they are my constant companions on either side of my kitchen chair, and many times, I didn’t know they were there; however, they made themselves noticed by one of them complaining with their “complaining” sound.

Romeo. Mr. “Handsome”

I won’t go into the many sounds a vocal cat can make. (I won’t call their sounds “meows” because most of their sounds do not sound like “meow.”) Does it sound as if I’m hooked on that word?

Anyway – where was I? Oh yes. They are doing very well, except for the fact that poor Patches and Rusty did have some teeth pulled since last I posted. That was no fun – either for them or for me. I didn’t have the pain – physically, but I sure had pain in my heart. Rusty had the hardest time because they pulled one of his canines in the bottom, and he suffered. Had to take him back to get a shot of pain medicine – fast acting and he was much happier. Poor guy.