She’s been showing up every morning looking a bit closer to debut of kits, but we have yet to see them. Here’s hoping that we will soon be introduced to another generation of raccoons that we’ll insist will stay wild raccoons.
This morning she was part of a co-visit that included Princess, Whittles and Scruffy. They all got along with no issues of any kind. Everyone got along.
Tessa, a.k.a. Danger Cat, was a lost and found kitten. After weeks of looking for her real home, she finally became a Colehaus Cat, as if that wouldn’t have happened. We think she had a plan all along and it went spectacularly well.
Once officially settled in, Tessa wasted exactly no time setting up priorities and rules. For example, this mousepad she was laying on, she loved it and would nip at Mom’s hand whenever the mouse needed moving. Clearly, she saw it as hers. Luckily for us, Tessa soon tired of the nipping game and set to work chewing the mousepad corners. Yeah, lucky us. We quickly learned not to leave her alone for more than a minute. This kitten was into EVERYTHING.
It was hard to be firm with this gray and white tuxie terror, though, and harder to yell at her for anything wrong. This pose was an often used one. Yeah, she knew what she was doing, all righty.
Over the years, she’s given us a few scares and we’ve exercised our lungs a number of times. Jumping/surfing off the short loft wall to the floor some twenty-two feet down seemed to be her favorite sport for a year, chasing other cats was a hobby for a while, and picking on the squirt Viola in recent memory because they are so much alike.
Mom says she always wished for a tuxie cat, and then she got one. We think Tessa wished for a good home where she could do whatever she wanted feel safe, well fed, and loved. We think we both won that deal.