I’m sure this time it’ll stick!
Remember Maggie? If you were reading back in 2011, you must. Here’s a refresher for you:
Maggie, of course, was our pregnant mama who birthed six kittens, and when they were mostly grown I brought home three little girl kitties who’d been separated from their mother too soon, and so she mothered them as well. (You can see the page for Maggie and her kittens here, and the little orphan girl kitties she mothered – the Spice Girls – here.)
Alex was kind enough to send us a Maggie update!
I wanted to share with you and those who remember Maggie a little bit about her these days. Basically, I call this “Mornings with Maggie”
When I first wake up in the morning, I always find Maggie laying on me, whether on my legs or on my back, depending on how I sleep. At my first indication that I am about to get out of bed, Maggie runs to the bathroom and jumps up on the counter by the faucet where she is waiting for me to run the water so she can drink. Please see “Maggie Drinking Water”. The few minutes in the bathroom are the most affectionate of Maggie. She purrs and rolls around a little.
Once dressed, I go into my living room where I sit on the couch and snuggle another one of our cats, Tucker (formerly known as Rubble by Challenger’s House). While I play with Tucker, Maggie jumps on the kitchen counter and waits for me to start making lunches. Please see “Maggie on the Counter”. As I prepare my and my wife’s lunches, Maggie continues to stare at me. She tends to get a little too close when I start cutting the ham.
After I have shredded the cheese, I put the grater in the sink, at which point, Maggie cleans it for me. Please see “Maggie and the Grater”. And for the rest of the morning, she roams the house, just checking on everyone.
After breakfast, we do give our cats some leftover milk from our cereal. She and her brother Bailey tend to share the bowl. Please see “Maggie and Milk”.
When my wife and I are ready to leave for work, Maggie usually near the door to see us off.
I do love all my cats, but Maggie is definitely my morning time buddy. She is with me from the moment I get up to the time I leave for work. What she and her brothers do while we are away is anyone’s guess (I’m thinking either lots of sleeping or quantum physics research), I hope this gives everyone a little joy. I know how many people remember and love Maggie, and I want to let all those people know that she is well and very much loved.
Thank you so much for the update, Alex!
Yesterday morning, I put the boys in the bathroom so that I could clean their room. It wasn’t too bad, just needed a quick vacuum and a change of the blanket/rug. They’re shedding some of the very thick winter coats they came with, and the blanket/rug was coated in fur. This is the only time they’ve been out of the foster room (except when I put them in the carrier and took them to be neutered last week, of course). They didn’t react well at first; Garfunkel tried to climb the shower curtain, and Simon tried to hide behind the litter box. By the time I was done cleaning their room 10 minutes later, though, they were curled up on the chenille rug (in front of the litter box) together. They flinched a little when I picked them up to take them back to their room and they wanted nothing to do with me for a few hours, but they came around eventually.
Last night, we put the screen door up at the bottom of the stairs. I imagine it’s going to blow their little minds when I open the door to the foster room and leave it open so they can have the run of the upstairs.
2014: Between his big ol’ ears, his long and lanky self, and his ability to balance like this for hours, how can you not love that Orlando?
2013: That’s right, Robin in Robyn’s lap.
2012: No entry.
2011: She’s a little bit of a goofball.
2010: I consider these two little scaredy cats conquered.
2009: Samba always looks like she’s smiling. I want to just pick her up and squeeze the stuffing out of her.
2008: I think he’ll fit right in.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.