Did you know Quint’s original paintings make great holiday gifts? They are fun and thoughtful and especially well-suited for those pet lovers who think they have everything! Please click on Quint’s Art Shop icon over on the far right sidebar –> or visit his art shop directly by clicking here. All proceeds for all paintings sold through January will go toward the purchase of a study feralvilla.com feeding station to help our outside visitors through this cold winter. Happy shopping and thank you!
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Quick Note: We received our Santa Paws package this week! Mom let us rub all over the box and then she opened it and Tessa grabbed a present and started biting it. Hard! So mom took it away and said we now have to wait a bit longer before we get to open everything. Boo-hoo! Stupid sister Tessa…
Princess Tessa – 2015 @ Colehauscats.com
Tessa says, “I’m not stupid. I’m a PRINCESS! Now get this off me, mom!”
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Snuggles with Viola – 2015 © Colehauscats.com
There’s no way of knowing, not one hundred percent completely knowing, if a kitty is going to grow up to be a good nighttime sleeper or not. Some kitties, name(s) withheld to protect the guilty, hog the bed or steal pillow space. Some kitties, again name withheld, get so into making biscuits on soft blankets, they nurse holes right through them. And others still roam the house and “rearrange” holiday décor. *ahem!*
And then others, well, they find a spot and snuggle in and stay there all night without getting up to stare into faces or pat chins or cheeks or demand pettings at 4:10 a.m. Some, like Viola, seem to know nighttime is sleeptime and cold, early mornings are for snuggling.
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Friday Flashback:
Maxx’ first time on mom – 2002-2015 © Colehauscats.com
When Angel Maxx found his way to our house and we took him in as a Colehaus Cat, he had a terrible nipping and biting problem, probably brought on as a result of someone declawing him as a young kitten and then dumping him shortly thereafter. We had a heck of a time living with him throughout his lifetime without one of us showing some kind of weekly, sometimes daily wound mark from his sharp teeth. We thought of them as his “special” love bites, even though most were downright painful.
It was clear pretty early on we’d probably never get to pick Maxx up to hold. So imagine mom’s surprise when one December afternoon, exactly thirteen years ago today, in fact, a soft cream and gray boy jumped up into mom’s lap for the very first time ever, all on his own, and slept draped across her for close to an hour. And without doling out a single nip! It’s almost as though it happened just yesterday, and mom still thinks that was the best Christmas present she could have ever received.
Miss you, Maxx.
Maxx Believes – 2012. © Colehaus Cats
