Duchess: “I’m going to hide by this table leg, and no one will find me!”
Duchess and Duke: “We’re NOT fighting! We’re playing!”
Duchess and Duke: “Do you think she’ll fill it for us?”
Author’s Note: Recently I discovered these pictures my friend sent me awhile back of the sibling kittens she adopted. Kittens can’t help being cute, so for those who like cats and cuteness, here’s some pictures.
P.Booher
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Duchess–“Why did you shine that light in my eyes? I’m sleepy!”
Duchess–“Toys!”
Duke–“I’m so sleepy!”
Duchess–“I’m alert now!”
A friend adopted Duke and Duchess awhile back. They played vigorously with each other, toys, and the furnishings, fell asleep where they were, then woke up and were at again. They had fun; we had fun watching them. Nothing like watching kittens for stress relief!
All photos: Author’s
©P. Booher
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People who own cats, or shall I say, are owned by cats, know felines have the ability to get comfortable in strange places.
Here’s a few examples–
Shorty
Shorty, laying around and hanging out
Mandy, on tv!
P. Booher
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Here are some “family photos” I thought cat lovers might enjoy seeing.
Black Kitty, a feral cat who finally adapted to living inside
Pumpkin, on the swing beside me
Shorty, in a very casual pose, beside his brother Pumpkin. Shorty looked pudgy, but he was all muscle, not fat.
Steffy, who didn’t come inside until she was six, but adapted well.
P. Booher
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Here I am, ready to write my story!
Chapter XI
I went to the kitty doctor today. I’ve been sneezing and my humans decided I should go to the vet’s. So my humans put me in the carrier and the carrier and me in the car, the car said, “Vroom!” and off we went.
The vet and her assistant were very nice, particularly since they kept putting treats on the table. Believe me, I kept eating them, too! They were lip-smacking good! (Last time I wrote about being at the vet’s, I forgot to tell you they gave me treats.) I really like that vet. Continue reading
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Here I am, ready to write my story!
Chapter X
This is Abby’s secretary. I am taking over The Abby Chronicles for today. I sneaked a photo of Abby guarding her food to post.
I’ll make sure NOBODY takes my food!
P. Booher
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Babe
Babe came into the world on my bed. (Talk about a soft life! ) She was Spotty’s one and only kitten. At first we called the kitten “Spotty Jr.” Then we decided the kitten needed a more dignified name. As my mother said, the kitten was Spotty’s babe, so the kitten was christened “Babe”.
Babe remained small in stature throughout her life, which lasted a long time. (Had she lived another week she would have been twenty years old.) People seeing her thought she was a kitten, but no, she was built small.
Babe made up for her small size by being large in determination and persistence. Because we lived then, as we do now, near a busy road, when Babe went outdoors she did so on a leash. She accepted this fact without much ado. She expressed her desire to go outside by putting her paw on the door knob and meowing, “Me-out, me-out”. (At least, that’s what it sounded like). So I put the leash on her and took her out, either to tie her up or to go for a walk with her.
Babe’s greatest feat while tied was jumping up and catching a hummingbird. I saw the last part of that incident, too late to help the unfortunate bird. To this day I wonder how Babe was able to get a hummingbird, as fast as it darts back and forth.
Babe and I spent many hours walking on the property. Together we explored the area. She poked her paw in a hole, felt around in the hole, and when nothing came out, moved on. She sharpened her claws on any available tree or bush; she stared at a bird, mouth open, tail swishing; she jumped at a butterfly. We could walk over the same space for days in a row and she was never bored. Everyday she saw something of interest. She taught me that you can find joy and excitement in little, everyday adventures without ever leaving home.
Babe lived life to the fullest, despite the restraints of being confined to a house or a leash. Since she couldn’t do anything about those restraints, she adjusted to them and enjoyed life anyway–which is another lesson I can use.
I lived with other cats before Babe came along. But she was the first one to teach me lessons about life.
©P. Booher
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Here I am, ready to write my story!
Chapter IV
I know cats have a reputation for just lying around. SOME cats may lie around and be lazy. I, however, am Abby. I have work to do–roles to fill.
I am my household’s mouser. I am responsible for keeping the rodent population under control. Please note that even though I have only one good eye and one good ear, I caught and killed a mouse. The smelly little thing was hiding like a coward between the kitchen wastebasket and the sink cabinet. I grabbed it in one swift movement! I bit down hard on its neck, brought it out from the darkness of the battlefield, and dropped it on the rug. The mouse did not move (I knew it wouldn’t; I made sure of that!). The younger human came in, praised me, found a shovel, scooped up the mouse on the shovel and took the pest outside. I think the humans were amazed I could catch a mouse. But–I am Abby, the Determined! Continue reading
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Cats are masters of the art of relaxing. Here’s proof! Here’s hoping you can practice some relaxing this weekend!
©P. Booher
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Author’s Note: My friend Lori suggested “Kozy Kitties” for the title, so I wanted to give her credit. “Kozy Kitties” sounded much better to me than my title of “Comfortable Cats”.
Today’s Friday Photos switches from scenery to cats–cats enjoying the comforts of home.
Pumpkin and Tiger –cats are known as heat-seekers, and these brothers prove it!
Boots came to me from a neighbor who couldn’t keep him any more.
Pumpkin and Tiger, along with their mother, brother and sister, were feral cats. After months of dry cat food and milk the felines decided they really did want to be indoor cats. The above picture shows that while they had to give up the freedom (and dangers) of life in the wild, they learned to appreciate household comforts.
Boots arrived much later. After a few anxious days of hissing, growling, and some feline boxing, the resident cats, of whom two were Pumpkin and Tiger, tolerated Boots. (I think it helped that Boots was a big cat, as big or even a little bigger than Pumpkin, Tiger, and their brother Shorty.) Boots tolerated them–a huge step for him because he had been the only cat at the neighbor’s. It required some patience but gradually everybody moved from tolerance to acceptance.
P.Booher
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