Homeless Cat -- Now Spotacus' Legacy
On 18 Dec, a very large cat showed up at our house. It was late and cold, and he looked in the door and made it clear he wanted inside. Well, since we have two cats already and he was a stranger, we...
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Got the music room cleared of WLToo's hunting gear, just in time for the piano tuner to get here. Left the door open for the first time since the kittens arrived, and they took advantage to explore it thoroughly. A little while ago, I heard Kitten On The Keys, but not the one by Leroy Anderson; rather, this piece was composed by Czarny. Then he sat inside the raised lid (it's a baby grand) and thrummed the strings, until I convinced him that it's not at all safe in there. Closed the lid and the keyboard cover.
Then both cats decided to sniff the new Christmas tree. It's a tall, narrow one, better suited for the one location we can put it. We've not yet put the new, kitten-resistant decorations on it yet.
A local nursery turns its uninsulated buildings into a giant Christmas market, with trees and all manner of decorations. While we wandered though, looking for those kitten-resistant ornaments, three of the eleven cats who live there decided to either escort us, try to trip us, or flat out insist on being carried around. Oliver was particularly huge -- I suspect a fair amount of Maine Coon Cat in his lineage. Luckily, he did not want to be carried. The 12-year-old Rottweiler was a best friend to anyone who would pet her in just the right spot.
When we got home, Rudy sniffed us over pretty thoroughly, not looking particularly happy that we smelled of other critters. Meanwhile, he comes up every night to share my chair with Czarny and me. Then he jumps his brother and they zoom for a bit, then retire to the love seat.
I put their toys back in the basket each evening. In the morning, we remove them from the shower before turning it on. The kittens think the shower is a wonderful play space.
They're calling me to come play. Later, y'all.
Then both cats decided to sniff the new Christmas tree. It's a tall, narrow one, better suited for the one location we can put it. We've not yet put the new, kitten-resistant decorations on it yet.
A local nursery turns its uninsulated buildings into a giant Christmas market, with trees and all manner of decorations. While we wandered though, looking for those kitten-resistant ornaments, three of the eleven cats who live there decided to either escort us, try to trip us, or flat out insist on being carried around. Oliver was particularly huge -- I suspect a fair amount of Maine Coon Cat in his lineage. Luckily, he did not want to be carried. The 12-year-old Rottweiler was a best friend to anyone who would pet her in just the right spot.
When we got home, Rudy sniffed us over pretty thoroughly, not looking particularly happy that we smelled of other critters. Meanwhile, he comes up every night to share my chair with Czarny and me. Then he jumps his brother and they zoom for a bit, then retire to the love seat.
I put their toys back in the basket each evening. In the morning, we remove them from the shower before turning it on. The kittens think the shower is a wonderful play space.
They're calling me to come play. Later, y'all.
