Here is Teddy again, in the cat bird seat. He is the best cat around. Has it all.
This is Midge. She is one of
MeanMom's. She is the only girl cat that comes in the house.
Here is Midge when she was tiny. Boo and Teddy let her climb all over them; withstand her constant kitten things that she does. She now flips around and play fights with them and is nearly as big as they are.
Midge tries to play with Emmy and Sister, but they are wary of her kind of playing. So, they let her sleep with them instead.
And here is
MeanMom the feral cat that took over our garage. She has had about 5 litters of kittens in our garage. I started working on her about 6 months ago and finally got her tame enough to let me pet her. She loves the petting, but doesn't know whether to bite and scratch between tickles. Last week, she slapped my glasses off. Is that where they got 'scratch your eyes out'?Finally, I got her in a cage and she got spayed yesterday. What a
commotion. Try putting a wild cat in a cage. When I got her to the vet, they were trying to figure how to get her out of the cage, even talked about snaring her. I made a quick retreat. I figured she wouldn't ever trust me again, but this morning she wanted a tickle. Wonder if she'll still rule the garage and its surroundings. My weenies are afraid of her.
Finally, it isn't all fun and games living with my pets. I have to cover my new Ethan Allen sectional with sheets and towels (good thing it didn't come with plastic). They bring in all kinds of creatures - salamanders, lizards, frogs, butterflies, rats and last week, a blue bird and a cardinal. And, this window in my guest room is no more. Midge knocked it to the floor last week. The animals cost me a fortune and are more trouble than they are worth. That's not even including Birdie, who is biting my back as I type this. Even with all the trouble my animals cause me, I can't imagine my life without them.
Here is Teddy again, in the cat bird seat. He is the best cat around. Has it all.
This is Midge. She is one of MeanMom's. She is the only girl cat that comes in the house.
Here is Midge when she was tiny. Boo and Teddy let her climb all over them; withstand her constant kitten things that she does. She now flips around and play fights with them and is nearly as big as they are.
Midge tries to play with Emmy and Sister, but they are wary of her kind of playing. So, they let her sleep with them instead.
And here is MeanMom the feral cat that took over our garage. She has had about 5 litters of kittens in our garage. I started working on her about 6 months ago and finally got her tame enough to let me pet her. She loves the petting, but doesn't know whether to bite and scratch between tickles. Last week, she slapped my glasses off. Is that where they got 'scratch your eyes out'?Finally, I got her in a cage and she got spayed yesterday. What a commotion. Try putting a wild cat in a cage. When I got her to the vet, they were trying to figure how to get her out of the cage, even talked about snaring her. I made a quick retreat. I figured she wouldn't ever trust me again, but this morning she wanted a tickle. Wonder if she'll still rule the garage and its surroundings. My weenies are afraid of her.
Finally, it isn't all fun and games living with my pets. I have to cover my new Ethan Allen sectional with sheets and towels (good thing it didn't come with plastic). They bring in all kinds of creatures - salamanders, lizards, frogs, butterflies, rats and last week, a blue bird and a cardinal. And, this window in my guest room is no more. Midge knocked it to the floor last week. The animals cost me a fortune and are more trouble than they are worth. That's not even including Birdie, who is biting my back as I type this. Even with all the trouble my animals cause me, I can't imagine my life without them.
