After Quint’s vet visit two weeks ago in which he was a gentleman and didn’t mind everyone holding him because he’s soft and adorable, he demanded he never need do that again. When we were hesitant with our response to that, he showed a rebellious streak by promptly jumping up onto the buffet (boo-fay) and strutted across the top as if he owned it. Everyone knows Tessa a.k.a. Danger Cat owns the forbidden buffet top despite all Mom’s hollering that Tessa stay off it.
What’s he doing up there??
Meanwhile, and nearby, Viola spies something interesting.
Who cares about my brother and some stupid boo-fay. Wait! What is THAT? Is it? Could it be? No, it can’t be a . . . new box?
Hmm, smell like a new box. Is roomy and has high sides. Has fresh crinkle paper in bottom. Most importantly, does not have other cat smells. Why, this new box smells FRESHLY PICKED! For ME!
Mom, quick! I’ll pose and you take a picture of me in my new box!
Don’t have to ask Mom twice. Congratulations on your new box, Viola.
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Mr. G and his brother Jacks/Bunny and their family are gone, moved back to Idaho. Our backyard feels terribly quiet and lonely, despite the birds and the flowers a-buzz with bumblebees and the bubbling fountain. With heavy, yet hopeful hearts, we wish them only the very best and safest transition to a new life. Thanks for trusting us, boys. Miss you already.
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A Colehaus Cats flashback:
2023 – No post
2022 – Hello July!
2021 – No post
2020 – Welcome to July
2019 – Moody Monday
2018 – No post
2017 – No post
2016 – A Simple Request
2015 – Around Colehaus
2014 – No post
2013 – Don’t Just Get Mad; Get Tessa Mad!
2012 – No post
