Well love them or hate them they are always entertaining. We have had several over the years. They have come to us in round about ways, they choosing us rather than us choosing them. Our latest addition to the family is Boots. She came here pregnant a couple of years ago now. We took her to the vets and got her spayed. I know, horrible thing to do but............we could not deal with kittens and our vet said she was not far along and he would rather do this than put kittens to sleep later. Why do we avoid saying "kill" that's what we do.
Maybe some day I will tell you about our other cats Buffy (the mouse slayer) and Beatrice both much loved and now departed. We have had visiting cat cousins over the years and they have always got along with our poodles of the moment. We have always had poodles.
Well now, this Boots..........the one who escaped and was cocky enough to not want to come back in when we discovered her outside, that is until the rain started and she was howling pathetically. Anyway, she is back inside and back to her usual tricks.
So one of the things I like about cats is how they think they are so cool. Boots came sauntering into my bathroom the other day. Rubbed along the shower, rubbed on the cupboard and chinned the shelf and sauntered over to admire herself in the glass doors. She was rubbing along those and looking at two chain belts hanging from the door nob when I moved my foot. I swear she levitated about 3 feet off the ground, jangled the belts that clanged on the glass scaring her even more. I believe she kicked in her after burners and shot out of the room backwards at a level of 3 feet off the ground. I was laughing so hard I didnt see her land. No longer the cool kitty but a kitty of twice its natural size and shape. She then proceeded to clean herself and stalked off in a huff. Hehe..............
when I went out the other day she came and laid out on the path, the poodles went to see what she was doing and she started to play with them.
They get all excited when she bats them with her paws. (declawed) she does it ever so gentle when she is just kidding. When she is not she gives them a nice smart slap. I imagine their little cheeks glowing.
By far her favourite though is to lay in the sun. She will curl up on a garden seat cushion or on the bench on the front porch. The other day she must have been in the shrubs out front because I was filling the fountain with the hose, must have sprayed the shrubs because a very indignant cat came hurriedly out. Must have found a warm spot to hide and hope for a Chipmunk to come along.
