Moments in the life of a
Really Cute Cat
Moments in the life of a
Really Cute Cat
I've got this portable ham radio outfit set up in the back yard. Little did I know that I'd get an assistant to help with making contacts.
Here, she's thinking on how to climb up the cottonwood tree to set the antenna higher. Or maybe there's a robin up there, too, for lunch.
After a hard day's work staring at an oscilloscope, you deserve a nap, now don't you?
Or maybe a cool rest on a concrete driveway, or a high-altitude view.
Or perhaps a game of solitaire, or a nice quiet time making a puzzle.
Here she's studying on how to repair a bicycle. Having seen my new bike, she wants one of her own. She already has her own pillow in matching colors.
Now she is a cat, isn't she? So she's entitiled to catch a little fresh meat, now and then. John would prefer that to be a mouse, not a baby bunny, but then that's all the same to her.
For a while, we were joined by this beautiful, gentle, and affectionate tom cat whom I called "Smylie". We found him the day after Thanksgiving, 2006. He was seriously injured by an unknown pea-brain with a pellet gun in April, 2007 and I had to have him put down. I'll always remember him.
It wasn't easy for Muffie to adjust to having another cat around -- she liked being an only cat. But she did learn to tolerate him. They would play together, chasing through the house at break-neck speed.
Smylie loved to roll over for you to scratch his tummie. This was his characteristic pose. I'm so happy that I wound up with these pictures of him.
Aside from my lap, his favorite place was the on the end of the bed, curled up. He had a tattoo in his ear, which was an indication that he had been neutered in a shelter somewhere. We never knew where he came from or who abandoned him. If this cat could articulate an opinion of the human race, it wouldn't be positive.
Pellet guns are useless instruments of violence and destruction. Every year they kill and maim millions of small animals and birds. They should be made illegal.
We have a new family member, as of August, 2007. This is Bob, a very large tom cat. He was also abandoned, and came to us through the veternarin. Muff is at the growl and hiss stage, but likely she'll adjust with time. Despite his formidable appearance, he's quite loving and lovable.
Since Bob's arrival, Muffin has died, too, leaving Bob as an "only cat". I'll always miss her, and I'm so glad that there are many pictures of her to help me to remember her. We hope the ever-moving finger of violence will leave us untouched for
a while.