The title for this post is a misnomer, in that there’s no town cat, just country cats.




All photos: Author’s collection.
P. Booher
The title for this post is a misnomer, in that there’s no town cat, just country cats.
All photos: Author’s collection.
P. Booher
Filed under Country Cats, Friday Photos
All photos: Author’s collection.
Filed under Country Cats, Friday Photos
All photos: Author’s collection
©P. Booher
Filed under Country Cats, Friday Photos
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
Filed under Country Cats, Friday Photos
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
Filed under Country Cats, Friday Photos, Uncategorized
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
Filed under Country Cats
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
Filed under Country Cats, Friday Photos
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
Filed under Country Cats, humor, The Abby Chronicles
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
Filed under Country Cats, Friday Photos, humor, The Abby Chronicles
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
Filed under Country Cats, Life Lessons
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