Remember our little Tabby-girl? Her one-year Gotcha Day was last week, on July 3rd; that was the night that Rick told me I needed to find Tabby a good home and I told him that I already did.....ours. WW III erupted at our house, but she's still here. And she's our little sweetheart. We only have to clean her ears once every two weeks or so now. And she's just the happiest kitty around. She and Mollipop are our "cohorts in crime" because they're always together and trying to figure out how they can get into trouble. Those two are a real hoot.
Last night, Rick and I were sitting at the kitchen table, working on kitchen calculations. We had books and catalogs and papers all over the place. Tabby had been playing with one of her "meeces". (We buy little mice from Foster and Smith in a large box shaped like a wedge of cheese. All of the cats like to play with them, but they're a big favorite toy with Tabby.) She has a large collection of white and grey meeces throughout the house. Once she tears the tails off, then she'll spend hours chasing her meeces, talking to them, and carrying them back and forth in the house. We've found meeces in bed, on their cat tree, on the kitchen counters, in the bathtub, and, yesterday, I even found a meece in one of their water dishes. I put it in the trash; once they're wet, I don't like to try to dry them. And we keep a supply on hand for them, so they're not going to go meece-less.
But last night? Last night, while we were sitting at the table, Tabby jumped up on the table to join us. She came to the middle, right between Rick and me. And she dropped a meece on the table for us. Then she looked at us and meowed. We think it was a gift from her and we gave her all kinds of cuddles and "Oh, what a good girl you are!" and kisses. She flopped down, stayed with us for awhile and then went into the living room.
A few weeks ago, the girls were in the window in the computer room, checking out the side yard; this was back before the heat wave. Of course, I had to take their picture. Mollipop is right around 8.5 pounds now; I call her Miss Fluffy Britches because she's all fur. Tabby? Well, Tabby weighs almost ten pounds and she's a year younger than Molli. She's very compact and when you hold her, you know you're holding a cat. She still tilts her head, although it's not as noticeable as it used to be, unless she's really sleepy.
Molli looks peeved in this picture, but I think she was expecting a flash when I snapped the picture and she was squinting her eyes. It's hard to believe that those cats are the same little babies we had not too long ago. Mollipop is now two and Tabby just turned one year old.
Last night, Rick and I were sitting at the kitchen table, working on kitchen calculations. We had books and catalogs and papers all over the place. Tabby had been playing with one of her "meeces". (We buy little mice from Foster and Smith in a large box shaped like a wedge of cheese. All of the cats like to play with them, but they're a big favorite toy with Tabby.) She has a large collection of white and grey meeces throughout the house. Once she tears the tails off, then she'll spend hours chasing her meeces, talking to them, and carrying them back and forth in the house. We've found meeces in bed, on their cat tree, on the kitchen counters, in the bathtub, and, yesterday, I even found a meece in one of their water dishes. I put it in the trash; once they're wet, I don't like to try to dry them. And we keep a supply on hand for them, so they're not going to go meece-less.
But last night? Last night, while we were sitting at the table, Tabby jumped up on the table to join us. She came to the middle, right between Rick and me. And she dropped a meece on the table for us. Then she looked at us and meowed. We think it was a gift from her and we gave her all kinds of cuddles and "Oh, what a good girl you are!" and kisses. She flopped down, stayed with us for awhile and then went into the living room.
A few weeks ago, the girls were in the window in the computer room, checking out the side yard; this was back before the heat wave. Of course, I had to take their picture. Mollipop is right around 8.5 pounds now; I call her Miss Fluffy Britches because she's all fur. Tabby? Well, Tabby weighs almost ten pounds and she's a year younger than Molli. She's very compact and when you hold her, you know you're holding a cat. She still tilts her head, although it's not as noticeable as it used to be, unless she's really sleepy.
Molli looks peeved in this picture, but I think she was expecting a flash when I snapped the picture and she was squinting her eyes. It's hard to believe that those cats are the same little babies we had not too long ago. Mollipop is now two and Tabby just turned one year old.
