Photo Friday: Creek Ratz Cat


I dug into the archives again for this week’s photo. This goes back to March 23, 2010, when Rose and I were still living in Myrtle Beach. We often went to a place called Murrell’s Inlet where they had several restaurants and shops. Usually, we ate at a place called Creek Ratz where we sat outside. If you click on the link you can see how nice it is there and, judging by the website, it is almost exactly as I remember it.

Anyway, while eating at Creek Ratz we were often met by a stray cat that hung out at the restaurant. Perhaps he made his rounds to all the restaurants.

I had a habit of ordering the chicken salad, which was essentially a salad with several chicken strips along the top. I always ate the salad and gave the chicken to the cat. Occasionally the cat wasn’t around and I would be disappointed like it was the cat I was going there for, even though the food and the atmosphere were outstanding. I guess the cat just made it extra special.

Come Out of the Closet


For Throwback Thursday, here is a fun little post from July of 2015.

Bad Cat Chris

Oh, the jealousy that follows when one finds a new place to investigate.

cats on bathroom counter Puck: What’s going on Frankie?   Frankie: Chris got the door open to the towel closet and is inside.

cat in towel closet. You guys go find your own closet.

cat on bathroom counter How much longer are you going to be in there, Chris?

cat on toilet Wait your turn, Puck. I’m next.

Ok, that's long enough. Get out of the closet, Chris. It's my turn. Ok, that’s long enough. Get out of the closet, Chris. It’s my turn.

cat in closet I think maybe this is a good place for a nap.

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Our Squirrel Feeder is for the Birds… or Vis Versa


I brought Floki to get his nails trimmed at the vet last Saturday. He actually had an appointment the Saturday before but his ability to read minds had him under the bed before we even attempted to catch him and put him in the carrier. This time we got lucky and I drove him to the vet.

Behind the counter was an office cat sitting on a cat tree intensely looking out the window like he was going to attack something. There was a window bird feeder on the window and I saw at the edge of the window a squirrel’s tail. The girl behind the counter said his name was Freddy and he loved watching the birds and squirrels. I decided then that I wanted a window bird feeder too.

I did a little research on Amazon and ended up buying this one. I also bought a bag of bird food with a high variety of seeds so that any bird who visits will find something they like. Note: these are affiliate links and I will get a very small commission if you make a purchase.

The first animal to discover the food was not a bird but a squirrel. My wife texted me the other day about how Frankie and Floki were watching it from the cat tree.

Yesterday the squirrel was back and this time I was ready with my phone to record the encounter. Unfortunately, Chris missed the whole thing because he was napping in the other room.

I am not one of those people who try desperately to keep squirrels out of my bird feeder. In fact, I like watching squirrels, and the cats really like watching squirrels, so I had no intention of trying to prevent the squirrels from reaching the feeder. That is until this morning when I noticed the squirrel was poking holes in the screen. So, reluctantly, I removed the screens.

I doubt that squirrel will be able to reach the feeder now but squirrels are pretty resourceful. Now we need to wait for the birds to find it. Perhaps I will put something out there for the squirrels in the future.

Update: After writing that last paragraph and scheduling the post, I heard a noise next to me. I looked and saw the squirrel hanging from the screen on the far left window (far right looking from the street). He was feeling for the screen on the next window. I said, “Sorry, Squirrel,” and I really felt bad for him but I needed not to because he reached up and grabbed the thin ledge between windows and managed to scurry across the windows to the feeder.

Now I either have to remove every screen in the Florida room, which I don’t want to do, or accept that the screens will eventually be ruined, which I also don’t want to do. My other two options are to put food out for the squirrels and hope they ignore the bird feeder or find something decorative that they can climb instead of our screens.

Our New Cat Tree


For Throwback Thursday here is a post from June of 2015 when we got our cat tree. We still have it today.

Bad Cat Chris

When we moved, the plan was to get rid of the cat’s old, beat-up cat tree and replace it with a new one for the new place, but the high cost of moving delayed that plan until now. Saturday we found a very large, slightly used, Armarkat Cat Tree Condo for the ridiculously low price of twenty dollars. On Amazon it sells for $124, and even more elsewhere, so I think we got pretty lucky. It was in excellent condition except the second shelf from the top was broken, as if a very heavy cat jumped on it. A more likely scenario is someone attempted to move the cat tree and it tipped over.

We were in Rose’s Mustang and did not expect that we would be bringing home something so big. We didn’t feel like driving home to get the truck so we had to figure out how to make…

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Chris Vs. Vacuum


I was vacuuming the other day and Chris would just not get out of the way. I tried pushing the vacuum into him to no avail. I had to stop filming and pick him up so I could finish the job.

Most cats are afraid of the vacuum but here, only Floki hides on cleaning day. How do your pets feel about the vacuum?

Still Adjusting to New Work Routine


I just realized I did not post anything in over a week. I have my own part-time business and was supplementing my income with a part-time job. Recently that job turned into full-time and combined with the hours I spend on my business, my life has left me with little free time to do the things I enjoy, like blogging.

I will try to be better at posting in the future. While you wait to see if I live up to that, enjoy a picture of Abbey, Chris, and Tigger from April of 2010 when Chris was about eleven months old.

As a side note, another photo taken at the same time was used on my most popular greeting card on Zazzle. If you are curious, you can see it here.

Photo Friday: Sav-R-Cats


I don’t have many new photos this week so I found this photo from this day in 2010.

Sav-R-Cats is a shelter in Surfside, South Carolina (near Myrtle Beach) where we adopted Chris. I started volunteering at the Humane Society there where they had something like 200 cats all separated in individual cages. We were not allowed to take out more than one cat at a time and I just felt so bad every time I went in there. My neighbor told me about Sav-R_Cats and I decided to volunteer there instead. As you can see, they had no problem letting the cats mingle with one another.

To the right of the photo are several pens that are like small rooms. The cats are put in there at night and most are let out during the day. Some of the cats, particularly the long-term residents, are never put in cages. I understand that there is a greater risk of a sick cat infecting others but potentially sick cats are isolated so the risk is small. In my opinion, it is far more important for the cat’s well-being to make them as happy as possible while they are waiting for their forever home. What do you think?

Photo Friday: Our Resident Rabbit


Here is a post for Throwback Thursday from June of 2015. Our old neighborhood had almost as many rabbits as people. I think our cats miss that. I see an occasional rabbit here but nothing like at our old place.

Bad Cat Chris

Our neighborhood is loaded with bunny rabbits (which I believe are Eastern Cottontails) but one in particular seems to hang out near our house. Granted, they all look virtually the same to me but I’m pretty sure this one rabbit is a regular. Perhaps he, or she,  gets a kick out of riling up our cats.

Bunny Rabbit

Puck and Bunny Rabbit

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Chris’s Little Helpers


About two weeks ago we were driving out of our neighborhood when we noticed an old couple outside with a couple of pet stairs that they labeled “free.” I stopped and mentioned that I had an older cat that might benefit from them. She said that she had them for her cat. I assumed the cat died but I didn’t pursue it.

I have been unsure about Chris’s capabilities lately. When I am sitting at my computer he scratches at my legs to get me to pick him up. He used to just jump on my lap but that ship sailed over a year ago. He also scratches at my legs or cries at me when I am sitting on the sofa, even though I know he can jump onto the sofa when I am not there.

In the bedroom, he jumps onto the footboard and then continues up from there. It is usually one fluid motion but lately, he seems to struggle to get onto the bed. He looks like someone who has slid off a cliff and is trying to pull himself back up.

I thought the stairs would be a big help so I put one in the bedroom and one in the living room next to the sofa. He didn’t use it at first and I had to put him on it a couple of times but he soon got the hang of it. I originally had it in front of my nightstand but my wife feared I would trip over it at night so she pushed the nightstand over and put it where it is now in the photo.

Having it this way does make more sense. It also means that Chris has to stop at the top and turn before getting on the bed but he quickly got the hang of that.

The stairs by the sofa are another story. Chris never used them and would either just jump onto the sofa or ask me to pick him up. I decided instead to put them next to my office chair. My hope was that he would climb the stairs to get on my lap.

So far he has never attempted to climb those stairs. He always just scratches my legs until I pick him up. They aren’t totally useless though. When I have to get up I sort of guide him to the stairs as I stand up. He then walks down the stairs and follows me, hoping this will be the time I will open the container of kibble.

I guess this is our reality now. Chris is not getting any younger or any lighter and I don’t expect that to change, although it would be helpful if I could get him to lose a few pounds.