Category — Cat Blogging

Ladies Aid Society

How’s it going? How you been keeping? Haven’t seen you since morning.

[Editor: These are the core of the pride at my house: Tonto, the Lone Ranger, and Mrs. D renewing scent recognition by rubbing cheeks with each other.]

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Gatto di tutti Gatti

Nothing to worry about, I’m just checking.

[Editor: This is Molly, the most senior of all the feral cats. She is at least 16 years old and is a contemporary of Holstein, the great grandmother of Dot and Sox. I normally only see her at night.]

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Youthful Stupidity

I can take him this time.

[Editor: Blaze, last seen curled up asleep on the end of a 2X6, prepares to attack TipToes, a hefty tom who is young enough to enjoy playing with kittens. Blaze has mistakenly attacked Gray Nose in this manner and got swatted across the yard for the error.]

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Of Course It’s A Catwalk

Is that a moth?

I guess I’ll have to wait.

[Editor: My Mother just found these pictures of Koshka playing on the top of the kitchen door. I always had to check before shutting doors, but I didn’t have to worry about dusting them.]

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No Trust At All

One more step and I launch.

[Editor: This is Tip Two, a juvenile with a white tip at the end of her tail. She doesn’t trust me as far as she could throw me and the flash going off doesn’t help.]

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What Do You Mean, Your Chair?

Well, if you would make Dot share the seat, you could have the back.

[Editor: While Ringo is more than capable of jumping from the floor to the back of the chair, she prefers to climb it like a tree.]

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My Lap Runneth Over

You need longer legs.

[Editor: Dot decided to try a new orientation but has to hook a claw in the armrest to keep from sliding off.]

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Cat-in-the-Box

This is so trite.

[Editor: Ringo checks off another cat guild requirement, climbing into every available of box.]

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Ringo Does DeNiro

You talking to me?

[Editor: Ringo kept tensing then relaxing as a moth had entered the house. She finally leapt and eliminated the moth, while sparing the lamp…this time.]

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The Cat Who …

Koko would kick Mrs. Murphy’s butt.

[Editor: Ringo really needs to expand her reading list.]

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Man At Work

I needed a break, but am back in charge.

[Editor: I wasn’t kidding: Sox occupies that spot almost continuously when I’m on the computer.]

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Dot Filling In

Sox needed a break so I’m temping as shoe guard.

[Editor: It was quite unusual to look over and see Dot down there. Sox occupies that spot almost continuously when I’m on the computer.]

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Feral Kittens Again

Okay, so we can be bribed. But you’re still the axe murderer!

[Editor: Beginning the weaning process.]

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Feral Kittens

Oh no! It’s the axe murderer!

[Editor: I found this group in my Mother’s side yard. They belong to the Lone Ranger and still have blue eyes but are playing, so they are about a month old. She brought them out to begin the weaning process.

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