Feathers and Furs

Today was a great play day with Patches and Romeo.  Not that every day isn’t, but today was special.  We really connected.  I was keeping both of them busy with feathers.  And they kept me very busy, too!!

I was moving a feather around inside the Pet Zone toy, and Romeo loves to try to grab it.

Romeo wasn’t letting anyone get his feathers.

He finally grabbed the feathers and was having a great time.

I kept wiggling the feathers on the stick, and it got his interest, for sure!

Now, how did the feathers get away from him? Have to try to get them back!

Patches’s experience was a very satisfying one!

Starting to get interested in her favorite feather.

Now, that’s what I’m talking about!

Hmmm. Love you, feather. You’re my favorite – yes!

Feather, are you getting away from me?

Aw. Come back!

Mom’s hand feels good. She know just where to stroke me.

Just for that, here’s a kiss, Ma.

Wow. I need a rest after all that playing! I’m all “played” out.

I was all “played” out, too.  Between moving the feathers, stick, mouse in Pet Zone, and keeping the camera ready and snapping shots as quickly as the camera let me, I was done for quite a while.  Lots of shots were deleted, of course, and the ones that were left are here for your viewing pleasure!

 

Move Over, Make Room!

I was speaking on the phone with a friend this evening and we ran the gamut of topics.  One of the topics, of course, was cats.  She is an animal lover (owner of different kinds as well as cats).

I began reminiscing about when I had my boy, Buster (unfortunately, he was a very sick boy and we had to put him down – one of the hardest days in my life).  He was such a wuss.  But such a lovable wuss.  You could do anything to him and he loved it.  He was such a mush.  He was extremely loved!  And loving!

We allowed Buster and his sister, Patches, on the bed at night after we picked them up from the Miami International airport – they came from Canada.  It was such a good feeling – indescribable.  They were the cutest, cuddliest ever!  Buster was attracted to Bob more than to me, and he would cuddle with Bob at night. He loved to burrow under the top sheet and then curl up against Bob’s legs.

(Sorry, I don’t have any photos of him cuddling up at night with Bob.)

But, here is a photo of Buster cuddling up with Bob on the kitchen bar.

Buster only wanted to get as close as he could to Bob during the night.  In his attempt to get closer, he almost pushed Bob off the bed and Bob was almost hanging off.  Bob didn’t want to make me feel bad about that, and he kept quiet about it for several nights.  (And I was wondering why he was yawning alot!)

So, he decided to “come clean.”  I’m sorry, but I thought it was a funny scenario, and I laughed.  Couldn’t help it.  However, we did have to do something about this situation.  After all, people would start to think that our lives were boring, and they certainly weren’t!

So, we decided to try keeping them in our master bathroom at night.  They wouldn’t be alone – Patches and Buster were good company for each other.  And I made sure their food and water and TOYS were in there.  I closed the door (pocket door) and hoped for the best.

There was no noise coming from the bathroom, so I figured all was well.  We got into bed and was just falling asleep, when something happened.  The brother and sister appeared on the bed!  How did that happen?  I’m sure I closed the door real tight.  So, we put them in there again, and went to sleep.  Again, we were awakened by eight padded feet climbing over us.  That rascal Buster, knew how to open the door!  We gave up.  We were too tired to start thinking about the problem, and figured we would work it out tomorrow.

The  next night, sister and brother were put into the bathroom again, and this time, we knew we would get a good night’s sleep.  Bob installed a hook and eye on the pocket door!  Ahh!  Good ol’ ingenuity.  Thanks, Bob.

No lies – it’s true. And it’s still in use with the “Pussycats3.”

My Bob passed away, but he will forever be with me and not forgotten.

Cats, Don’t Look At Me Like That!

You know how cats (or any animals, for that matter) are creatures of habit.  They have an inner clock that sounds a loud alarm when certain things have to be done at a certain time!

Tonight was one (of many) time when they hit me with their certain looks.  They made me feel GUILTY.

It’s Sunday night, 9 pm, and I love to watch Theresa Caputo on “Long Island Medium.”  It’s one of my favorite shows.  She’s a medium who delivers messages from people who have died, to their loved ones still alive.  She is a real character – an extremely outgoing personality – and she makes me laugh.  She has another thing going for her:  she lives in Hicksville NY.  On Long Island.  One of my former places of residence.  A special place with many great memories.

The time when I start to get everything ready for the night for my kitties is usually around 9:30, and they start to get restless around 9.  But, on Sunday evening, they have to WAIT until 10 pm!  They give me their LOOKS.

 

Rusty gives me a look that makes me feel guilty.

Boy, if this isn’t an accusatory expression, I don’t know what is.

Even Patches is annoyed with me for keeping her waiting for her evening meal and getting set for the night.

 

Patches’ feelings are hurt. She wants her food NOW!