Strange Days Indeed
10Nov17
Yesterday morning feeding, there was no Bag, no Loper and her kitten. Fluffy met me halfway up the stairs and let me pet her until someone left their apartment to go to work. I went downstairs to feed the diminished gang: Fluffy and the brats along with Growler who always hides in the bushes.
Went back upstairs where GG had eaten and was falling asleep. We have one of those sectional couches and each end has a recliner. Well, GG likes to sleep on the flap of the recliner and if I happen to have that down, he has a cow. So I pretty much keep it up all the time. If I want to sit on that chair, I'll have to lift my leg up and swing across and over trying to position my butt in the center of the chair and plop down and scoot back.
GG has learned to use his indoor voice, but he still uses it all the time.
When I came back from the ladies' lunch thing, I was greeted by Fluffy. She came upstairs with me and had a little nosh inside the apartment. I had the door almost completely close and she didn't freak. David was gone, and I was hoping she would be brave enough to explore a little. Instead, when her tummy was full, she wanted to leave. She's more comfortable in the hall than in the apartment, quite the reversal from Trouble.
I still have hopes she will one day be able to sit on the couch and relax.
So anyway, I had been wondering if Bag had decided to abandon Fluffy in favor of the unclipped Loper. Maybe he wanted to be a dad to the kitten, show him the ropes and how to be a man.
This morning after feeding and petting GG, I went outside to take care of the others hoping to entice Fluffy all the way upstairs. There was no Fluffy, no Bag. There was a Patch but no bratty little sister. There was a Loper but no kitten. Hmm.
I fed Loper in Fluffy's bowl but she acted like it wasn't hers. I went around the corner and fed Patch, called for Mask but she didn't appear. No Growler.
Back toward the apartment, I saw Loper patiently waiting for me to return. She followed me with her tail in the air as I went by the tree to feed her. Still no kitten. Maybe he finally decided to cut the apron strings. Or maybe he's been captured and the next time I see him his little ear will be clipped. Who knows with these guys. But feeding two cats is a lot easier than feeding seven.
Yesterday morning feeding, there was no Bag, no Loper and her kitten. Fluffy met me halfway up the stairs and let me pet her until someone left their apartment to go to work. I went downstairs to feed the diminished gang: Fluffy and the brats along with Growler who always hides in the bushes.
Went back upstairs where GG had eaten and was falling asleep. We have one of those sectional couches and each end has a recliner. Well, GG likes to sleep on the flap of the recliner and if I happen to have that down, he has a cow. So I pretty much keep it up all the time. If I want to sit on that chair, I'll have to lift my leg up and swing across and over trying to position my butt in the center of the chair and plop down and scoot back.
GG has learned to use his indoor voice, but he still uses it all the time.
When I came back from the ladies' lunch thing, I was greeted by Fluffy. She came upstairs with me and had a little nosh inside the apartment. I had the door almost completely close and she didn't freak. David was gone, and I was hoping she would be brave enough to explore a little. Instead, when her tummy was full, she wanted to leave. She's more comfortable in the hall than in the apartment, quite the reversal from Trouble.
I still have hopes she will one day be able to sit on the couch and relax.
So anyway, I had been wondering if Bag had decided to abandon Fluffy in favor of the unclipped Loper. Maybe he wanted to be a dad to the kitten, show him the ropes and how to be a man.
This morning after feeding and petting GG, I went outside to take care of the others hoping to entice Fluffy all the way upstairs. There was no Fluffy, no Bag. There was a Patch but no bratty little sister. There was a Loper but no kitten. Hmm.
I fed Loper in Fluffy's bowl but she acted like it wasn't hers. I went around the corner and fed Patch, called for Mask but she didn't appear. No Growler.
Back toward the apartment, I saw Loper patiently waiting for me to return. She followed me with her tail in the air as I went by the tree to feed her. Still no kitten. Maybe he finally decided to cut the apron strings. Or maybe he's been captured and the next time I see him his little ear will be clipped. Who knows with these guys. But feeding two cats is a lot easier than feeding seven.
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