It’s February, it’s been raining, and we have moss, meaning there aren’t any flowers at the moment to show but just look at all the visiting cats blooming!

Mr. Stubbs visits often usually to drink out of the fountain, and usually because his brother Mr. G. is already lounging out in a flower bed somewhere. Or because Mom or Dad stepped out the side garage door and are fiddling around/making noise with the recycling bin. Nothing like these cute faces to get someone to break out the dried chicken catnip treats.

Last week, Mom cut back the big, deciduous fern in the side yard while Mr. G supervised. He’s an awesome garden cat, sticking close by, and watching the activity without much complaint over dropped branches and leaves. His brother, Mr. Stubbs however, pounces on hands and fingers pulling weeds and grass, making Mom’s hands look like she lost a fight with a paring knife. We think we’re going to have two garden supervisors this year; one a bit more seasoned and mature and one rascally newbie who prefers play over work.

Visitor Colby makes the rounds from one side of the garden to the other. There are fence openings on either side of the yard so wanderers like Colby can come and go as they please from any direction without waiting in line.

The black and white twins always visit but only to see if food is available. We’re in raccoon mating season now so we’re limiting how much food we set out during day hours and always bring it in before dark. No way do we want dozens of raccoons with babies visiting daily; we already have six or seven adults hanging out in the dark early morning hours and no one looks starved. We think our neighbor down the hill behind us is feeding them and that’s perfectly okay with us. If their population increases this year, it won’t be because of us and they’ll know they won’t find food here.

Visitor Lloyd agrees with the no-food-for-raccoons policy. “The food is for us cats, not for those roly-poly trash pandas,” he says. “Now, where’s those treats?” Lloyd is a huge dried chicken catnip treat fan.

Back inside, everyone is doing well. Quint has been a little more snuggly in the last week or so since we banished the cats from our main bedroom. His fort blanket has been keeping him company and keeping him toasty warm overnight. We think he’s past any confusion over Olivia’s loss though we’ll continue to watch him for any sign of depression.

The other Colehaus Cats are also doing well with the bedroom banishment policy. Pia’s still feeling a bit off we think due to eating ants. The real important things are that no one’s tearing down the bedroom door, no one’s remembered how to open the lever door handle (yet), and no one’s howling throughout the night about what terrible cat parents we are. They’re starting to replace their sad faces with perky happy mews when we exit the room in the morning so we’re still in their good graces.

We’re still finding ants here and there. The next door neighbors just had their house and property sprayed so naturally, the ants are coming here. We’ll be picking up even more ant traps next month, so this would be a good time to invest your dollars in Zevo (owned by Proctor and Gamble).

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