That Boy needs a job!!! Maybe a mechanical mouse or two?
Baler does the same thing. The sand box is his trip to the beach. I put the sand in and no sooner than I step back then he charges and LEAPS into the box front paws stretched out and sprays sand everywhere. Then he rolls around in it and then lays on his back with his feet stuck up in the air. In the box. The other cats just look at him and I’m sure they are thinking what a little idiot he is.
Brio sounds like he is such a joyful little cat.
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The indoor cats are getting wet food daily because I’m trying to beef up Pilgrim a little bit. He gets a personal half a can on the counter, and they get the other half a can on the floor. They know this system by now and will sort themselves accordingly to wait for it.
The outdoor cats normally don’t get wet food unless we’re having a cold snap, but tonight, just as a treat, I got out a can for them after dispensing the indoor wet food. I went out onto the porch, leaving the solid door open and just closing the storm door, then dished it out in their assorted dishes. As cats dug in, I turned around to go back inside and faced a triple look of absolute disbelief through the glass. Surely I hadn’t just given a can of their food to Those Other Cats Out There.
Yes, I did. I’m the one who bought it; I can dish it out however I choose. Deal with it.
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This low window looking out onto my porch is a favorite spot for both indoor and outdoor cats. I always look that way as I’m going by, and quite often there is a cat out there.
Glanced that way this morning in passing. Ah, yes, cat on the porch. Wait a minute! Who is that???
He ran as soon as I went outside. I left some food, and he came back, but he’s very skittish. In good weight, though.
Sigh.
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The new one is still here around the fringes. I’m thinking since yesterday this is actually Wayfarer, a drifter from a few years ago. If so, I’m very surprised to see him on the porch; he was spooky in the extreme. Still definitely is people spooky, but if it’s the same cat, he looks like he’s been doing all right for himself.
My stepmother was calling him Clark Grayble yesterday from the picture. I kind of like that. 
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Here are Pilgrim and Psalm with their new catnip butterfly. Psalm isn’t quite as small as she looks here; Pilgrim is large.
I’ll take the opportunity to put in a plug for CatLadyBox. It’s most of my recreation budget every month, but it’s worth it. The variety and quality of their products is great. The March box today had a shirt, a water bottle, a wireless charging pad, a bamboo trivet, a catnip butterfly, and a catnip pot of gold. You get at least three people toys and two cat toys per month, although the cats have been known to debate me over the classification of some of them. See Pilgrim below. Well worth it, five-star customer service.
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This came up on Facebook memories this morning. My favorite picture I’ve ever taken of Bagheera, my perfect farm panther.
Although the picture I got of him when I was out on the Bench of Purring watching during an eclipse was pretty neat, too.
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I’m having a snack that includes a glass of milk. Here are five cats obeying the Second Commandment, reluctantly but dutifully. They didn’t get any milk, but I gave them a scatter of Temptations at the end. Somebody on the floor had just clattered as I took the picture, which is why Mary and Psalm are looking right.
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This probably isn’t going to work, because the new site dislikes videos. However, here’s a neat one from the other morning. I went down into my back yonder to check on the spring, which isn’t large but always keeps on rolling along. Rascal apparently saw me going back there and came to assist. That’s a long and steep walk for short legs, even four of them.
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The three amigos. They aren’t full-sized cats yet, and they don’t quite have all the vertical leap power down yet (still go up things in stages), but they are growing nicely. A rare still moment for Brio.
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From the Bench of Purring today. Three cats visible here, but the angle is a bit deceptive; only two of them are touching. Cotton and Bagheera are literally stacked on my lap, double decker farm cat. Rascal is in her reserved spot to my left and touching me, though never in my lap. Rascal is not a lap cat. And Bagherra, the lower layer on the lap stack, is being careful not to touch her. Rascal does not like being touched usually. I take it as a great compliment when she curls up touching (though never on) me. As always, she is independent. The boys are pure boys, playing nicely together most of the time, having a good-natured tussle now and then that never gets too serious.
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Now Those are Whiskers!
A favorite spring shot of one-eared Cory. That still feels a bit odd to me every time I go to scratch her ears, but it doesn’t seem to bother her at all.
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I miscounted turkey bacon. Thought there were just three slices left in the package, threw the package away, and then discovered there were four, two really stuck together. Only three would fit on the little plate already dressed in paper towels for the microwave, so I threw the extra out the door. First cat here gets a treat. It was a tie between Rascal and Cotton. The indoors, meanwhile, couldn’t believe it. Sorry, cats, but I am not putting a slice of bacon on the floor. You are not mis-treated.
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It worked! I wasn’t sure; this file is rather large.
I’m excited. I got back the file of pictures for my cat book, which is just about ready to head to the publisher. I took all the pictures in the book, but some of them are decades old, and none were taken with a professional-level camera. My sister is a professional photographer, and I asked if she could clean them up, sharpen them, get them to advanced dpi like the publisher likes so that they hopefully will reproduce well.
Here is Cotton in a tree with sunlight on his side, the modernized version. Doesn’t it just pop? They will be black and white in the book, but still, he looks so neat up there.
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Cotton up in the rafters of an old outbuilding yesterday. He is definitely one of the most aloft cats I’ve ever known, seen regularly in trees, on roofs, in rafters, etc. He has the neatest soft “mmm, mmm” when I’m walking by. I won’t even be aware of him until I hear, “mmm, mmm,” and look up, and there he is like an elevated New York Public Library Lion.
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He’s what Jackson Galaxy calls a tree dweller. He’s cute - the cat, that is. lol
From my Facebook memories today. Pharaoh and Atticus (and two stuffed cats) watch as I set up the library in my new house. I did not set this shot up, but I am glad I had the phone on me, because the moment was brief.
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I was just looking at Brio’s feet. They are huge, still outsized on the kitten. He is going to be a very large fellow, I think. Assuming that the orphaned kittens were born around September 1st, he’s around seven/eightish months old. All three are growing well but are still obviously juvenile when next to an adult cat. I did compare to the other kittens; Psalm and Mary both have much daintier paws.
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Brio may have big paws, but Mary has little dainty paws on LONG legs. She looks like she is on stilts.
She is by far the wildest of the three orphans. The other two lost their feral long since. This one is spooky, sensitive, always wary. We understand each other, but I don’t think she will ever be a snuggler.
But at night, after I turn the lights off, Mary will come and get against me. If I touch her then, she will usually bite me, then bolt. But if left alone, she will lie there in the dark and purr.
Cats, like people, come in all flavors.
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