You’ve met Mustacheo, a neighbor’s cat. He’s loud but a big love. He’s also neutered which makes us very happy.
Here’s Mustacheo’s brother, who is every bit as loud and neutered too. We’ve named him Groucho. We don’t see him very often, and that’s fine with us because we’re not big on people letting their cats run loose. Too much traffic and coyotes in our area.
You’re met Scruffy. He’s about eleven or twelve years old now and while he’s slowing down just a little, he still enjoys our chilly, rainy fall weather much better than our very warm summers. He carries a thick undercoat year around that’s very soft and clean because his owners brush him often.
Up until this past summer, Scruffy was the smallest cat in the neighborhood. Then a neighbor brought home young orange boy Whittles here, and a sister named Princess (that was probably a mistake name). Princess is smokey dark and a scary cat who stays across the street at her home under their front porch which is why we don’t have a photo of her. Whittles is the explorer, as all orange boys tend to be…
… who apparently spends time under cars and gets grease on his ears. He’s a sweetheart. Just wish he and his sister would be inside cats. Bad neighbors.
Also new on the Colehaus visitation round is this guy. We call him Tough Boy because he’s more apt to take a hard swipe at you than to want a light head scritch. Seriously, Tough Boy wouldn’t let us walk through our own backyard a couple of weeks ago without laying his smacky paws on our ankles. And he wasn’t in play mode either. Have to be tough back with him and then, oddly enough, he’s fine with us.
Lastly, this is Church, short for Churchill. What a life he must have led before we ever saw him. Just look at that ear! It’s perfectly healed so the damage was done months if not years ago. Church is an early bird and unless it’s raining, he’s waiting for us to set out the Geoffrey’s House food bowl first thing in the morning. We haven’t been able to get within four feet of him but he did grace us with a great meow just the other day. Patience will win him over, we’re convinced, just like it did with Geoffrey. Can’t wait to give him and that ear good petting!
Other visitors include, of course, birds (sorry, Trout Towne Tabbies). Here’s one of our Northern Flickers just returned from a cool Canadian summer and already demanding suet. We’re such suckers.
And a feeder full of faded goldfinches and pine siskins loading up on fats for their winter migration elsewhere.
Autumn is fully upon us.
The leaf net over the fountain is doing its job keeping leaves from clogging up the works. Soon, all the pretty leaves will have dropped, been picked up, and composted. But not just yet.