I have an update!
This time last year we had this little muffin – Carmela – in residence, along with her bazillions of brothers and sisters, collectively known as The Sopranos.
I adopted Carmela of the Sopranos litter (now Eleanor) back in January. Since her birthday was last month, I thought I might take some pictures and give an update.
Eleanor (or Ellie, to my daughters) is a very happy cat. After a brief turf war, she and our other cat Alice have at least enough of an understanding in order to sit or nap on the same couch. I think Eleanor has been beneficial to Alice, since their chasing each other has made Alice to be less of a curmudgeon who stalks about with lazy disdain. In other words, Alice is less fat.
It took us a while to break Eleanor of playing on the kitchen counters and knocking things over, but we still have to keep any indoor plants either out of reach or covered with a glass cloche. I originally did not know that aloe is poisonous to cats, so after a number of poo incidents with Eleanor, I wised up and covered my plant.
Here in the last month, Eleanor seems to have reached her peak size, structurally. So now she’s beginning to get a little chubby. It’s time to cut down the food for both cats.
Eleanor is really good with the girls. They all play together throughout the day, and Eleanor likes to sleep on my oldest daughter’s bed at night. In fact, my oldest daughter is the only one in the house who can convince Ellie to be still long enough to nap in a lap. Eleanor likes to strike a number of poses when she sleeps. For a while, we took pictures of the various ways she likes to nap, including my favorite wherein she holds her arms in like a T-Rex.
We are very thankful for the ability to adopt her, and I can assure you that she is very happy and well-cared for.
Thank you so much for the update and pictures, Jillian, I love seeing her sweet face again!
So, the permanent residents get their morning snackin’ time first thing in the morning, after I’ve gotten up and showered. It’s long been my rule that if someone isn’t around for snackin’ time, they’re out of luck. Lately, Stefan hasn’t been present for snackin’ time, maybe because the change in the weather has made hunting more appealing (or maybe he’s just holed up somewhere warm and doesn’t want to go out into the cold to come in for his snackin’). Hours after snackin’ time, Stefan will show up, looking all hopeful, and I always say “Tough luck, bud”, and he goes off to nap some more. But on Friday I was feeling nice, so when he wasn’t around for snackin’ time, I stuck a plate in the fridge for him.
An hour later, I walked up onto the side stoop, and he was walking down the stairs.
“Hey, bud,” I said. “I saved a snack for you.” Immediately he turned around, ran through the door when I opened it, went into the kitchen, and waited for me to give him his snack.
When it comes to snackin’ time, that boy doesn’t fool around.
2013: No entry.
2012: No entry.
2011: Because what we need in the back forty is MORE birds.
2010: Have you met Rhyme?
2009: She’s all “Sh’yeah, lady. WhatEVS.”
2008: I made a mistake Friday night with the foster kittens.
2007: Tommy and Boog Determine Just Who the Boss Is ‘Round These Parts
2006: Maddy’s new Mommy and Daddy came a-visitin’ yesterday.
2005: I was wondering why Tom Cullen was snooping around in the stamp drawer…