Our cats got a treat the other day and so did I. Outside, on the transmission tower, was a large flock of birds all singing at once. If that wasn’t cool enough, there was a bald eagle on top, apparently being serenaded to.
We returned from our eight-day cruise late Sunday afternoon and the cats were very happy to see… our luggage.
Of course, when there isn’t enough luggage space, problems are bound to occur.
They were also happy to see us, almost as much as the luggage and we were equally happy to be home with our little boys.
The couch is a great place to sit and watch bunnies. Now where are they?
Rose and I are away this week on a Caribbean cruise. Since this is a scheduled post, I am actually writing this on Thursday while I am waiting to pick Rose up at the airport. She left for a business trip to San Diego (where her company is headquartered) on Monday morning and will return at 11:00 tonight. We then have to drive four hours or more across the state to Ft. Lauderdale. It will be our longest time away from the cats ever.
Packing for a trip is like a party for cats.
We have two people coming in to take care of them, one in the morning and one in the afternoon. We actually had an offer for someone to stay in our place while we were gone but I had two problems with that. First, we never met this person and only knew about her from a friend. How do you trust someone you never met? Second, I wanted two people in case something happens to one of them. I don’t want to risk my cats starving to death, even if the risk is low.
I alway put out a gravity feeder and waterer just in case. I may worry too much but it is better than not worrying enough.
When I first started feeding the feral cats at work, I never saw them, I just saw they ate the food. There are three cats that I know of but one in particular shows up regularly after I get to work.
I always look for him when I get there but usually I don’t see him until I go inside, put my lunch in the fridge and then come back out with a handful of food. That is when I see his head poking out from a mound of grass or somewhere else not too far away but far enough to be safe.
Lately he has been getting bolder and I have seen him waiting behind our dumpster, which is a lot closer than usual. So far I have seen him that close twice and just a little farther a couple of more times. I can’t help but wonder if he was there waiting when I pulled into the parking lot and I just didn’t see him or did he move in that close during the three minutes it took to go inside and come out again.
Wherever he is, he waits for me to go back inside and shut the door. I usually leave it open a crack and watch him walk toward the food as soon as the door is shut. The front door is a fair distance away and it is not in a sight-line to the food but he still waits until I am inside and the door closes.
Thursday the ginger and white cat was there instead of my usual little buddy, but he stayed a bit farther away. It is possible the ginger intimidates the other one but I don’t know that for sure. The funny thing is, he waits for me to go inside and shut the door just like the other one.
This picture is from August. I didn’t have my camera Thursday.
I hope these kitties won’t be upset with me when I return from vacation.