Happy Cat

The sun came out after many days of pouring rain. 

The cat approves.

Where the Cat Napped

There is an old farm cat that lived in the outdoors,

Even though he can't see very well through one eye,

he enjoys every minute of it, 

or so I have been told.

But one day he was found with a gouge in his chin,

Gross and disgusting as it could be.

So into he went into the cat carrier,

To the vet's to see what we could see. 

An overnight stay, two drainage tubes, and a few stitches later,

The old farm cat came home with medicines and instructions to stay in the house.

The old farm cat didn't mind since he loved to nap inside where it was warm. 

And he intended to take a very long nap. 

Upon waking from his ridiculously long nap in the craft room closet,

He ventured throughout the house because it was time for his meal

Little realizing that he was to eat inside.

He truly did not mind. 

The next day, he napped in Sarah's room 

Since it was the quietest of them all. 

Granted, it could be cold, 

But snuggling next to the laptop solved that. 

After getting shooed off the desk in lieu of homework, 

the old farm cat found a new spot:

A perch above the bed

Where he could supervise everything. 

After finding how hard and cold his perch could be,

He found a new location to lay his head.

With all the junk removed,

The comfortable blue throne would certainly do. 

When things got too chilly in the north-facing bedroom,

he wandered into the warmest spot in the house.

A sunbeam hitting the carpet

became the perfect place to be. 

But there was a cozier spot than the throne in blue or the solar radiance - 

the rumpled up sheets right after the human was removed.

Plush and soft and not-pilled-flannel

became the old farm cat's most favorite spot of all. 

Alack, alas. This heaven could not last forever.

After staying indoors for two weeks, 

the orange fur began to pile up

and sneezing abounded throughout the house.

The stitches removed and the medications gone,

it was time to the old farm cat to resume his post in the garage.

His nieces welcomed back their elderly relative

And into the upturned cardboard box with the old comforter did he go.

Until  next time!

SG

Project Assistants

...Or rather not.

For my class, I needed to assemble a collection of weed samples and correctly identify them. In order to get good pictures, I headed outside since my camera likes light. The only problem with working outside is that you are suddenly in cat territory - especially if you work on the porch. They seem to gravitate there. 

The fat cat thought that it would behoove her to roll around in my samples. 

The half-blind one was content enough to just watch me work. Rather... sleep while I work. This cat has the right idea about life. :P 

But at least they stayed out of my 'working zone.'

The huntress couldn't stay away from my cheap studio set-up. She even had the nerve to get comfortable right smack-dab on top of my samples.

'Dis plant - I like it.'   

Strangely enough, there weren't any samples of cat mint. 

Until next time!

SG

Peek-a-Boo Kitty

The fat cat likes to play peek-a-boo too. ;) 

Sunny Day

Chore Time

Chores have been taking a lot longer lately. I wonder why...

Actually, I don't.

Dreamer is due to kid next week. Poor girl looks like she's going to pop.

I think I need to start a blog of just pictures of this cat.

Sunbathing Princess

She is a super model stuck inside the body of a deity -  Buddha. 

Cat Nap(s)

When you walk into the garage, you will usually be greeted by a bunch of sleepy cats.

"Again, I say, what were you thinking when you woke me up in the middle of my nap."

Cat? In the glove box? 

I guess that the gloves will come pre-warmed...

You'd think that she never had a soft spot in her life. She doesn't budge much now that there's a deflated pillow out there. 

PS - This is post #200! :D How to celebrate?

Here's Tony!

Because our cats are so photogenic. ;) 

Meow

Kitty Saunter

Cat's got 'tude 

What did I say about taking any more pictures?! 

Barn Cats

There's something about a cat on the farm. Something wild yet tame. Something sweet and cuddly yet fierce. But then you meet our cats. :P They're just big love bugs who want 100% of your attention all the time, but it has to be on their terms. They could be rolling around on the gravel begging for a belly rub, but as soon as you stoop to give them what they ask, they jump away and start rolling around again. Please explain this to me... 

And then there's good 'ol Tony. He's probably old enough in cat years to be considered an elderly,  discerning sage. He may look like an overweight geezer, but you lift him up and he's all fur - thick, silky fur. I say we should sheer the dude and spin it; Dad says that when Tony finally purrs his last, we stuff him. Yeah, this cat is the stuff of legends. Everyone in the area knows who Tony is. He's orange. He's big. He's cool. He's awesome. He's half blind in one eye yet gets around like he has better than 20/20 vision. He's even decided to help with milking. Up onto the stanchion jumps Mr. Swagger, and he sits. Sometimes he'll meow as if to say, 'Excuse me, you're supposed to give me attention.' Other times he'll just sit there and rub his head against my arm and purr. If he's lucky, he gets first dibs on the milk stripping bowl. It all depends on who's milking. ;) 

I spy...

How many cats do you see in the box?