Decided to start a new thread. The old one was getting long and isn’t just about the cats I inherited from Cat Lady anymore.
Things are doing fine on the Farm o’ Cats, and they are adjusting to the new house. Good for galloping in for the inside cats and for prowling around for the outside cats, though they are still a bit miffed that they can’t get under it.
Sarge, my tamed feral who went to the vet with a hurt paw, is doing better. He’s a bit gimpy but not three-legged anymore.
Funny cat moment from the housewarming. My Dad and Stepmother were here. All cats, of course, went WHOOSH! and vanished under the couch covers. The cats love those couch covers, which are tunnels, caves, and games all in one. I have unintentionally created a sport while trying to protect the new couches. Anyway, the cats immediately shot under the couch covers of the couch opposite the front door, and I had a row of lumps on the couch, right up against the back, thinking they were invisible.
Pilgrim alone came out a few minutes later. He was cautious but curious, and Pilgrim must know what is going on. He eventually got petted by everyone. After we had finished eating lunch and were just sitting talking, I stood up to retrieve the Temptations bag and reward Pilgrim for being a Good Boy. He came to rapt attention, those yellow eyes just riveted. I dispensed a few, and then Stepmother and I caught sight of the couch across the way. That couch cover was undulating. It looked like a private earthquake was going on. Up to the edge, retreat, up to the edge, retreat. You could see the painful dilemma. Temptations vs. strangers. Which will win? Nobody else came out, but I wish I’d thought to video the tossing couch cover.
Here’s a pic I took for National Pet Day. From left, Pharaoh (dumped at Cat Lady’s), Solo (trapped from a feral colony), Mystery (it’s a mystery!), Atticus (dumped), and Pilgrim (dumped at someone else’s house as part of a litter of tuxedos).
Here’s Ms. Willow, Atticus’ sister, in the driver’s seat on the mower. Would that she could use it!
Cats sun bathing in the new house.
And Cotton on the Bench of Purring. He is such a soft, plush fellow. He has wonderful pile.