Friday Catblog: Of course I've herd

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin...

Meet the Angus and the Holstein kitties. Mr. Grr slipped out the front door and immediately hid himself in the midst of them. He's under the delusion that I can't tell him apart from the other Angus kitties. What he doesn't know is that I know he will still come when I whistle.



He separated himself from the herd at supper time.


In case you're wondering, he's the second from the back. It's Shy Sister (Sissy) behind him, then in front of him is AyeAye and the very front is Eubie.


Want to see more critters? Be sure to visit Modulator's Friday Ark #140, and then, after Sunday evening rolls around, stop by the Carnival of the Cats. We'll find out later who's hosting it, this week.

Friday Catblog: Out of Africa (or something like it)

Due to the age of my mower and the quality of my lungs, I can only mow my lawn in sections -- about fifteen minutes at a time. My yard is quite large, and with many obstacles, such as dwarf fruit trees, full-sized shade trees, raspberry canes, rhubarb plants, blueberry bushes, cherry bushes, rosebushes, spirea bushes, holly bushes, and assorted other bushes (none, that I know of, are from Texas, though). This challenging yard means that, quite often, a section gets to looking neglected.

Cats like this.

There is something both thrilling and comforting about a wild place.



AyeAye and Shy Sister have effectively taken over The Veldt.



I am afeard.

I hope I'm safe, sitting here in Mom's little neon. Safari can be dangerous.

Be sure to visit other wild (and less so) beasts, at Modulator's Friday Ark # 138, and, on or after Sunday evening, stop by the Carnival of the Cats for even more felines.

Friday Catblog: Shy Sister, plus one

Nothing to do with Friday the 13th. With as many black cats as I've known and loved, I can't even pretend to be superstitious. Therefore, I'm letting people get to know one of the lesser-exposed kitties in my life: Shy Sister.

Shy Sister is one of the kids from Frontporchistan. She's feral, but she's getting closer to tolerating me in her territory -- as long as I don't try to touch her.

She takes her kibble and usually runs, but we had a spot of sunshine this past week, & she stayed to enjoy both at her own pace.

I discovered she hates wind chimes as much as I do...


Eventually, killing chime exhausted her, so she lay down to kill time and vogued for me a couple of times.



While Shy Sister was out basking in the sunlight, trying to call up more heat from the reluctant spring skies, TiGrr found his spot of warmth back at his grandma's computer room, by the little portable radiator. He seems to like visiting grandma's house.


If you feel all warm just looking at these bunny-heads, maybe you'll enjoy some of the links at Modulator's Friday Ark #134, and don't forget to visit the Carnival of the Cats each Sunday, this week to be hosted by Nina's Books 4 Israel Project (also a good site, even without the cats -- although who would want to be without cats, I don't know... they'd have to be sickos!)