With the cold keeping us inside, my husband and I have been making a monumental effort to change one of the spare rooms upstairs into a guest room. Years of putting things into “temporary storage” has left us with a monumental mass of clutter. Really, when the VCR DVD player quit, it should have gone out with the trash. What was I thinking … And why do we save books that we have no intention of reading … And if something is unusable, why do we save it just because Aunt Clara gave it to us ten years ago? Use it, pitch it, or pack it up for Goodwill, has become my motto. Unfortunately, our efforts have uncovered something most disturbing. Mouse droppings. I would shame the cats, but they are not allowed in the spare rooms. (Lest they get lost and never find their way back home.) This week they have been obliged to explore every nook, cranny, and box in search of hidden treasures. Fuzzy fabric, pieces of lace, discarded socks, and our fragile, little Jazzy found something even more exciting. A Mouse!!!
Out of our eight cats (Yes, I did say eight) Jazzy was the one we least expected to be a hunter. Born in a litter plagued by birth defects, Jazzy was the only survivor. Being severely anemic, his chances of survival were slim, yet at fourteen weeks old, he is bouncy, active, and still with us, and now he is a successful hunter. We are so proud of our baby!
I honestly don’t know what little Boots’ obsession is with the remote, but he is quite determined that this toy belongs to him.
It’s really surprising to me that so many of my new cats will sit for long periods of time and watch television. What is even more surprising is that the kittens have also decided that they should have possession of the remote.
Wishful thinking didn’t stop Skitty from giving birth to four kittens in my laundry basket. I guess that extra weight wasn’t just more fat. The two gray kittens were quite a surprise. No one in the neighborhood has a gray tomcat. Skitty is turning out to be a fantastic house cat. She took to the litter box immediately and is an excellent companion. She has yet to learn dinnertime manners, but that will come in time.