There are two means of refuge from the misery of life – music and cats. ~Albert Schweitzer
I love the marbled markings on this tiger. Reminds me of Rocky Road ice cream. Do they still make Rocky Road? My first tiger, Wow, loved my baby brother, who I made contact with a couple weeks ago after 30 years. He was 3 when I left home so we don’t know each other at all.
Went to the grocery store on Monday during lunch, came home and since there wasn’t anything that needed to go into the fridge I was going to leave the 3 plastic bags on the floor in the kitchen while I ate. Lazy. Then I remembered an incident with Yang many summers ago.
I use the plastic bags from the store for litter scooped from the boxes, which then go into a regular garbage bag, and for my own garbage. The majority of my trash is packaging, I don’t throw a lot of food away. In my old place the small plastic bag lined a small trash can in the kitchen. I have a small cat tree, about 30" high, with 2 platforms. The top platform is just an inch or two higher than the window sill and Min and Yang took turns looking out the window from it. I came home from work one evening and Yang was on the top platform, the handle of the garbage bag around her neck and the body of the bag almost fully over the open end of the platform. I’ve no idea how long she’d been there but had she jumped down she’d have been hanged, pure and simple. When I approached her she never made a move. Took the bag from around her neck and she sat up and meowed and purred. Scared the livin’ hell out of me. From that day on the garbage bag hangs on a nail 5 feet off the floor.
So the groceries got put away and the bags stashed. I’ve never figured out how Yang managed to maneuver in such a way as to slip the bag over the platform. We were both lucky that day.
Until I saw the picture at the top of the post I was going to use this one. I love the look.
Kismet is goin’ to the vet Monday if they can fit her in. She stopped eating Wednesday night. I put her on Cypro on Friday but it’s not having much effect. She’s eating a little bit but not near enough for me. I’m back to feeding her before the rest of the crew so I can see how she’s eating. She’s drinking water normally so I don’t know what’s going on. No obvious symptoms of anything. Damn I wish they could talk. I knew something wasn’t right when she wasn’t after me for dinner Wed night. Well, we’ll see what my vet has to say.
Feurae and Nagi are buds. Nagi has given new energy to this lazy bunch of tigers. He is all play, all the time. Now Feurae has become his running mate. He’s even picked up Nagi’s habit of laying down on any book I’m reading. If I have a book open on a flat surface one of the two of them is gonna come plop down on it. That’s okay for a small paperback but having to hold up one of these tomes for long periods is tiring.
Up to 7 on the waterbed and I think that’s gonna be the max. The others just aren’t interested in a bed that moves when they walk on it. New this year is they wait until I’m settled in before they wedge me in for the night. I only have to struggle to get out of bed. On weekend mornings it’s a pleasure to surrender and stay put.
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After scolding one’s cat one looks into its face and is seized by the ugly suspicion that it understood every word. And has filed it for reference. ~Charlotte Gray