Gone Quilting

Well, I’ve been gone for a few days and when I got back I felt like I was really missed. Buddy spent a lot of time on my lap and Callie had her time also. I missed them both!! Good to be home, but I’ll be leaving again for Walla Walla in two days.

Something New

OK, I sleep in a recliner (back problems) and now I’ve woken up a few times thinking what is in my face! Then I realize there is a cat sleeping on my chest. I guess sometimes a lap just won’t do, but have you ever gotten a mouthful of very fine cat hair? Not pleasant. We’ll have to work on this one.

Incredible Exploding Cats

So… you’re walking around the house and suddenly you see a small circle, about 8 inches in diameter of cat fur. It’s only a ring of fur, none on the inside of the circle… just a ring of fur. What can this be??? I’m finding them everywhere. It took some detective work, but I finally figured it out. I call them small cat explosions. I guess with the weather getting warmer now, they are starting to shed so as they sit and lick and chew on themselves, the shed small amounts of hair. Of course none falls where they are sitting so, hence… small cat explosions. I think I’m going to explode if they don’t finish shedding! I think they’ve each lost a small cat already!!!

Gone to Mars

OK, so Callie really likes to go outside, she enjoys it. Buddy still enjoys chasing her throughout the house. So today, when I opened the door to let Callie out, Buddy chased her right out the front door. When he realized what he had done he stopped dead in his tracks. I held the door open and told him to come back in, but he looked at me like I had two heads!!! Then he ran and hid under the truck. I kept trying to coax him into the house, and he did his “stretching cat thing” where his back feet stay in one place and he front ones advance. He got close to the front door, then ran back under the truck. So… I gave up on him and closed the door. Then, I went to the back door, opened it and whistled for him (yes, they humor us with some dog attributes just to keep us happy) and here comes this little black and white bullet cat from around the other side of the house! He comes flying into the dining room and looks at me and starts to tell me… “Mom… I was outside and some strangers were trying to make me come in their house… I was scared… but I didn’t go in… then you called me and I came right away… they didn’t get me!!” How do I tell his poor creature that it’s OK to go out that door… it’s the same big world, it’s NOT Mars. He panics if you put him outside from the front door, and he worries about Callie when she goes out that way. If he sees her go out that way, he sits by the door for a long time after she goes!!! How did we ever become cat people???

Bondage not bonding

Oh well, today Buddy came to me with a big bloody scratch on his nose. I told him it’s partially his fault. If he didn’t chase her, she wouldn’t swing at him. Not sure he understands.

Also, seems like Buddy’s “attitude adjustment” has worked a little too well. He doesn’t want to go outside anymore at all. We’ll have to work on that.

Spoke too soon

OK, so I spoke too soon. Last night I found both cats sleeping on the couch. Of course I could see that Callie was sleeping with one eye open, but they were within a foot of one another. Can we actually be bonding????

Two Cat Lap

OK… there is a new ritual at our house. When Bruce and I get home from work, we usually take just a few minutes to sit and relax. Me in the recliner, him on the couch. Immediately, Buddy jump up into my lap and sits facing Bruce, and Callie jumps up on Bruce’s lap and sits only on his left leg with her back to him facing Buddy and I. You can almost hear them saying… “This one’s mine and you can’t have them!”. I’m not sure we’ll ever seem them both on the same lap, that would be just toooooooo close for comfort.