So Firestar is enjoying the spring. He gets all excited that the windows get opened, and the doors. He's not so keen on the screens.
This year he has been making a greater effort to get outside. He's not supposed to be out, however. Although tough and feisty, he has no front claws with which to defend himself. And there are a variety of dangers in this neighborhood, including several oversized dogs who like to chase things.
Spouse offered him the chance to be outside in his carry case, but he wasn't keen on that. He remembers the last time he was in there
(when he nearly died and was forced to endure tubes and things) and no longer likes it. Besides, sitting in a small box is hardly being outside. Right now I wish we still had our octagon screen house. I remember BJ and Baby Boy loved being in there. It was eleven feet across, and with cat furniture, food, and a litter box included it made for a nice place. Sorry, Firestar. The screen house was destroyed in a wind storm.
But there are windows all over this house
(except on the west side, where we only have two - which Firestar cannot get to). He will go to one and watch something of interest, and then suddenly bolt and run to another window. We think he's following birds in flight, but we're not sure. Firestar plays a lot of imaginary games, such as war.
(I caught him at it.)I've included a picture of Firestar by the sliding glass door in the dining room. He's sitting atop the chest freezer and giving me that, "Leave me alone so I can play," look.
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Music to Make the Cats go Wild
Tara - Nick name 'ity-bit' because she's so tiny - just over 6 pounds. She's the most skittish of all my babies and even when being petted has the 'pet me, no don't pet me' look
Amelia - Nickname 'Bratelia' since she gets into every draw, cabinet that she can put her paws in.
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“She’s got tuna. I know she’s got tuna.”
“Shut up, Sethra. Stay on mission.”
“What’s the mission? I thought the mission was to get tuna.”
“No, you stupid fluffbrain—it’s to escape and become outdoor cats, walking by ourselves, on our wild lone, waving our tails.”
“Oh, yeah? And isn’t it you, my dear stripy sister Aliera, who keeps pushing the FEED button on the printer and waiting for tuna to come out?”
“That was when I was much younger. Anyway, she’s at the computer—yes, eating tuna casserole—so we can go into the bedroom and see if we can knock the window screen out.”
“You do it, Aliera. I’d rather mess with her stuff.”
“Will you GET OVER that fixation on her wristwatch?”
“I like the feel of the Velcro on my paws. Hey! That reminds me. We’ve been declawed. How are we going to survive as outdoor cats?”
“New plan coming up….”
“What’s the big deal about being outside cats? Even StalkerCat, who used to hang around and chat us up, is a house cat now and loving it. We’ve got it made—food, petting, toys, valet service for the litter box, and we get to sleep on her bed twenty hours a day. And we can stick our noses up to the window and smell anything interesting going on outside. Why ruin a perfect situation?”
“Sethra, have you no sense of adventure? No curiosity? No cattitude? We were meant to live wild and free, to stalk and slay our prey, to be mistresses of the night!”
“Look, we’re cats. We were meant to rule the world, but that doesn’t mean we have to WORK at it. You can if you want, but I don’t need to. After all, I’M beautiful!
“Did I mention she’s got tuna?”
At 8, you'd think Mikey would understand that he's a carnivore. But, no, he's rather fond of the shrubbery! At 20+ pounds, the veggie-enhanced diet is likely mitigated by a love for long naps on a warm comforter, wet cat food, begging at the table, and a nice lap to drape himself upon in the evening. And he drools when he's happy, which may or may not mean there's a Siamese ancestor lurking in the old dna.
What? Green teeth attract mice!
Who needs a wickerwork basket when you can hop on a cushion and bask?
Rufus is clearly a cat to be reckoned with.
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Firestar is a tough cat. He has to be, living in Minnesota. He takes care of his family: wife, husband and their son. This was recently proven by his daring capture of yet another mouse in the house. Foolish rodents. They never learn. When not engaged in derring do, Firestar naps, looks out the window and sleeps. Firestar was born in April of 2006.
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5 comments:
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Hello Firestar, enjoy your spring! As for me, I have winter here. I don't think I like it much.
-Sherkhan
I like the Kitten of the Month - nice close up - looks like the kitty was trying to sniff the camera.
My babies also enjoy sniffing at the screens at the outside world. Bruiser and Amelia look at the little birds and make this weird lip chattering noise.
Oh, poor Sherkhan. Winter. It finally ended here. Don't much care for winter. Bevie, Spouse, and Son keep the windows closed. If humans would just have fur they could keep the windows open and feel the wind and hear the birds. Of course, there aren't that many birds around here in the winter.
I'd wish summer for you, but then I think that would mean winter for me, and I'm not keen on winter either.
Cats don't make weird chattering noises, Lisa. Cats make cat chattering noises. There's a difference, but I'm at a loss to explain it to a human. I think you have to be a cat to understand.
I've tried telling Bevie, but what a waste of time.
Apologies Firestar! Do you know what my kitties are trying to say? "come here so I can eat you"
There aren't any other kitties around when they make the sounds either
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