Nearly a month since anything has been posted here. Sorry. Posting to blogs isn't an easy thing to do right now.
However, Firestar is still alive. Not going to say well because I think he's incredibly bored. Like Spouse and Son I think he was kind of excited to be in a new place. No stairs meant life was easier on his legs. But now he's discovered the other side of that coin. There aren't any windows to speak of. Two. One in each bedroom. And then there is the sliding door which leads to the deck. But there are no rabbits and few birds. And Firestar seems to find people watching a dull activity.
So, he walks around the place crying out for something to do. Son will toss his toy for a while, but Son is also bored about the place. But circumstances have allowed for Firestar to find a few creative outlets.
Hide and Seek is a game Firestar enjoys. This is a throw rug in the foyer just outside the kitchen area. With no windows to speak of the place is quite dark and we have to have lights on even at noon. I had to lighten up this image so I could see it on my dark monitor. Hope it isn't too much for those of you with newer monitors. This is where Firestar lays when any of us returns to the apartment after leaving him alone.
King of the Mountain is a newer game Firestar's discovered. He jumps from box to box until he can nearly touch the ceiling. He's even taken to sleeping up there. That's a unicorn bedspread he's sitting on. You can't see the unicorn because it got reversed when Son did a reconassaince through boxes in search of a specific hat.
Not sure what he's looking at. There's nothing there but the ceiling. Maybe he's praying we can find a different place to live. A prayer I share.
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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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King of the Mountain is a newer game Firestar's discovered. He jumps from box to box until he can nearly touch the ceiling. He's even taken to sleeping up there. That's a unicorn bedspread he's sitting on. You can't see the unicorn because it got reversed when Son did a reconassaince through boxes in search of a specific hat.
Not sure what he's looking at. There's nothing there but the ceiling. Maybe he's praying we can find a different place to live. A prayer I share.
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8 comments:
Fred sleeps on the dog's bed during the day. It's dark and quiet next to our bed. The other dog is like a bird - throw a blanket over him and he goes to sleep.
Windows and sunlight are important. Fred watches shadow TV all the time - on the back of the couch, on the curtains, on the dog door flap.
Right now Firestar's hiding in a paper grocery bag. Think he likes the smells.
Awww, what a cutie! I was really worried about mine when moving into the camper, but one just LOVES taking walks on his leash in the campground, and the other chases bugs like there's no tomorrow. (Flies get in.) The other two were always lazy, and they have their favorite spots, of course. :-) Amazingly, all four can disappear in this small space.
Isn't that the truth? We keep thinking Firestar has got out of the apartment because we can't find him. The other day I was tossing a t-shirt into the hamper and found him snuggled between it and the wall.
It's amazing where they can hide.
He is such a lovely cat.
Most cats are. But he's special to me.
love the photo of him under the rug.
He's a cutie.
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