Category Archives: Seth

Bridge Dreams.

Our Comfort Cat Seth - 2013 © Colehaus Cats

Our Comfort Cat Seth – 2013 © Colehaus Cats

From Seth: I wish for my Dad to have a good day all the rest of his days. I wish him all the comfort in the world, as I have given him, as his comfort cat, over the past ten years. I wish him no more worries in life. And I wish that you’ll be kind to him today because today was the day I needed to run over the bridge. Don’t worry. I’m fine but I had to say good-bye. Take care, my friends! Until we meet again….purrs…

The Seth Stretch.

The Classic Seth Stretch - 2013 © Colehaus Cats

The Classic Seth Stretch – 2013 © Colehaus Cats

Well, I suppose it was that time of year. Time to pay a visit to the V-E-T. No sir, I didn’t like it. And you can be sure I let Mom and the Dad know of my indignation of having been put in the plastic and metal cage with the door shut and then being whisked off in that big, rumbling thing to the place of pokes and prods and all other kinds of unmentionable investigatings.

I’ll admit we were in and out in no time flat and I didn’t even try to bite anyone this time. At least, that’s what the doctor said. By then, most of my disgruntlement was out anyway so I only yodeled once or twice on the trip back home.

I’ve been feeling a bit under the weather lately; nothing major, just…off. Six weeks of Clavamox later and I’m mostly better. We’ll know more in March when I have to go back to THAT place. This time around, I’ll start practicing my yodeling way beforehand.

All Mine.

Seth says, "This bed is all mine."  © Colehaus Cats.

Seth says, “This bed is all mine.” © Colehaus Cats.

Mom says we have a full house now. I guess I agree with her. Sure, sometimes it gets a little busy around the food bowls and someone always seems to be horning in now on my private kitchen water faucet. But for all my sisters and brothers, are they cute? Maybe a little. But smart? Heck no. Why, look at this! An entire bed to myself every day. Anyone with half a mind ought to be in here lounging and stretching and napping, jostling for space. But nope! They’re out somewhere else, probably getting into trouble while I’m doing nothing of the kind and being a good boy. Just me and myself and this tired purple straw. It’s probably my little sister Pia’s straw. Whatevs, I’m just here, lounging and stretching and napping, all by my lonesome.

Just me and no one else…

Alone.

All right, where is everyone?