Category: Cats

little sneek

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Little Zoë is a sweet little girl. She moves with silence, on “little cat feet,” settles into a spot and waits until I’m close before she sings out with one of her little trills to get my attention. This was one of those times. She’d snuck up into my empty cloth grocery carrier, settled into place, then reached out and chirped to get my attention.

Time flies. Zoë and her littermate Danï are both four years old, Nicholas Joseph is behind them at three, and the two girl’s mom, Joan Jet, is five. Then there’s the two boys, also littermates, Luke and Beau, who’ll turn nine the first week of October. All of them sweet.

And they all come up to give and get affection from their persons in this household. It really is a house full of love, and I’m so thankful I’m able to spend as much time as I do with everyone. It makes this home a vital refuge from the events in the outside world.

cat cuddling during a storm

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Bo (left) with Nicholas (right)

Most of the time the cats are constantly playing chase with one another, sometimes wrestling around on the floor. Nothing mean-spirited, just lots of activity. However…

For the past three evenings we’ve been inundated with considerable rain. The days are hot, in the low 90s, then as the evening approaches thunderstorms build up over the area and unleash their considerable rain and lightening. Yesterday was the worst with strong winds and hail. When I went out this morning to look around there was tree litter everywhere.

When the bad weather arrives in force all the little ones gather together for support, usually in twos, sometimes even more. I found Bo (head up but eyes closed) with his clowder mate Nicholas, tightly cuddled in one of the cat beds next to me.

Little creatures like the cats and dogs don’t like stormy weather. They instinctively know to go to ground and find cover until the rainstorms are done. This is why I find neighborhood fireworks on the Fourth of July and New Years Eve particularly distasteful. The explosions are as loud, if not louder, and far more continuous than a weather event.