Pondering an age-old dilemma: Why couldn’t cats have come with thumbs?
Hurry up, Dad! That Fancy Feast can isn’t going to open itself!
With her cone removed, someone’s a little anxious for breakfast this morning! Mom’s anxious to allow newly de-coned Viola sniff and open her Tooth Fairy package that arrived yesterday and is currently in a safe spot until then, meaning Tessa won’t get to it first! Thank YOU Tooth Fairy! We know Viola will love her soft toys. Photos coming soon!
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A Colehaus Cats flashback:
2024 – No post 2023 – No post 2022 – No post 2021 – Friday Fun, a.k.a. The Box 2020 – No post 2019 – No post 2018 – No post 2017 – No post 2016 – No post 2015 – No post 2014 – No post 2013 – Ruby Tuesday 2012 – A Wild Cat Storm
The love affair with Dad’s downstairs bed continues. Quint’s just as likely to stay on top of the waterproof covers as to burrow beneath, room temperature depending. He and Tessa are snuggling a lot more than ever. Is that because they’re both aging? Both are now 13 years old. Both have been fairly independent from one another. Or is it the addition of that bed?
The bigger surprise was Viola sleeping closer, ever so closer, to Tessa (photo taken before Viola’s dental surgery). Oddly, we never see Viola napping near Quint. Quint’s always been the more accommodating cat. You’d think Viola and he would be nap buddies by now. Maybe someday? Oh, and that kitchen Island box Viola was so enamored with all summer long? Completely forgotten. Technically, that box is still around, now under the boo-fay and has been utterly ignored for about a month.
We think this behavior will continue through the rest of fall, through winter and probably well into spring. Maybe beyond. Give us a couple of months before we start officially referring to the cats as lumps. Tuxie Lump 1, Orange Boy Lump 2 and the tail-less Lump 3. Might be a really boring year around here. “Oh gee, look. There are the Lumps, still. No change from yesterday. No change from last week.”
Sadly, Viola has to wear her cone for another day or two after her dental surgery over a week ago. It’s a soft fabric cone with a plastic insert and it makes it hard for her to get into her food bowl. She figured it out after a few hours, before Tessa could hone in and push her out of her way (Tessa has her own food bowl, btw). After a few days, the entire rim of the cone was caked in dried canned wet food and was extremely hard to clean off. Ugh! Poor Viola smelled like a walking cat food can. Finally, Mom took the cone off, handwashed it and quickly dried it with a blow dryer before Viola could scratch open her stitches. Oh, how she wants to scratch her jaw. That means she’s healing!
A few weeks ago, we mentioned another black and white kitty was visiting our feeding stations in our side yard and that Mom thought she’d be able to get close to it.
We call him (assumption) Tuxie Boy because we’re original that way, and when lured near with dried chicken catnip treats, Mom’s gotten to pet him several times. He runs off after he’s scarfed down those treats and Mom reports he feels solid, not thin, without bumps or any injuries she’s yet to find and that his fur feels soft and thick. He’s a talkie cat and we think he lives down the hill behind us as we see him leave via that route often. Maybe he’ll be our garden cat next summer?
Tessa was a little miffed to be photographed with an equally miffed Viola as may be evident here. That said, these past few weeks have seen them closer to one another than the good portion of the last 10 years. Do beds make friends?
