An Awardie

Nerissa, handsome mancat that he is, awarded me with a beautiful award.   It's the Thinking of You award.
Thank you Nerissa, you handsome mancat you.  xoxo



I'm supposed to tell you 7 things I love.

I love peace and quiet at night and when I'm at the door watching TV.  NO cats or raccoons.

I love breakfast, lunch, and supper and I've found I hork less that way (three small meals).

I love sleeping wif mom in our bed mashed up against her or at the foot of the bed.

I love my Neko fly.  The tarantula one especially so.

I love sleeping on the recliner, rocker and couch back.

I love crawling up on mom's lap, making her legs go to sleep by staying a few hours sleeping on her.

I love my fevver wands and  my dangly denim bow on a wand.  ("Kitty Tease")

Mom said to tell you that no one was in the trap this morning and the trapper said it could be that because we had bad thunderstorms during the night, that may have curtailed activity.  But I had a good night sleep and so did mom.  We brought the hummingbird feeder in again and put it back out early in the morning.  The hummers are "bulking up" for their trip back to Mexico and Central America.  Mom does NOT like to take the feeder in at all.

Mom won't do anything that would harm the animals which ever get into the trap.  And while mom wants them away from here and the damage they do, she can't control what happens when they are turned loose elsewhere.  If they scare another kitty elsewhere or damage another place, then that is something mom can't control.  She just wanted me to tell you that.
 XXOO

Meowy Hopeful Monday

I know I've been missing Kitties.  I have only visited maybe 10 bloggies and I sorry.  My no account mom has been so sleepy she could hardly hold her eyes open to help me much due to two very interrupted nights of not-much-sleep.

Ginger is not guilty of the night terror on the deck.  The critter wrangler that my mom decided on yesterday was here for a couple of hours today and told mom without doubt it is a raccoon, and I will make mommy post what he saw and what he did so far.  He will be around each morning at 0700 to check these 2 traps.  One of the pictures will show the claw marks that my mom could not see.  It's awful when your are elebenty-hundred years old and can't see or hear. (unless I scream in the night).  Raccoon will be released on the other side of town.

Kitties, I fell all over the critter wrangler.  I stood on his toes, I rubbed against him..I absolutely LOVE men.  I like women but I LOVE men.  I am such a girly girl.  I so pretty that so far efurrybuddy has been nice to me.  I'll quit bragging and show you what we have.  Mom will take in the hummingbird nectar each night though.  She took it in last night and coincidence or not, we were undisturbed and I was mashed into either mom's stomach or her back in the night.  Once though she trespassed on my space at the foot of the bed with her foot and kitties, I pushed back with mine.  I let her know she was invading MY purrsonal space and I didn't like it ONE bit.

Can you see the cross hatching of the claw marks at the base of the deck flooring?  Biggafy if needed  and mom took a picture of one of the two traps that are set.  Baited with 9 Lives cat fuds.  I hope Ginger doesn't see it.

XOXO

Mom here...

Run free and happy and well again Cinders, dear girl.  There are many furriends who greeted you as you crossed the Bridge.  Love and kisses for your journey.

Mom here:  We had a bad night.  I (we) went to bed and the light was off by 10:45pm.  Katie had left the bed when the light went out and brought the first of her toys in.  Then moments later I heard her screaming and growling.  I leaped up out of bed, turned on the light and searched the house for her.

She was in the living room at the big window area under the vertical blinds hissing and growling and some screams.  I sprayed her with water to get her away from the window so I could look out.  My note to me is: try turning on the flood lights out there next time dummy, it's hard to see in the dark especially with a howling frantic cat.

I banged on the window with the spray bottle thinking it was the ginger.  I couldn't open the deck door or Katie would have gone out in search of the intruder.

I got her calmed and eventually tried bed again around midnight.  (she gets me up at 6 whether I like it or not).

I noticed because of ambient light in my room that there was more action at least on the ground because the  motion activated lights stayed on more than they were off.

Katie finally came in with me to the bedroom.  This morning when I got up,  I saw the hummingbird feeder was on the deck floor again, burst open and dry.  That has happened twice now in three days.  The cover and weight I had to keep the cover on has been taken off the bistro table and chairs too.  So, I am guessing a raccoon may be the culprit.

Here's the problem.  Katie is in an almost constant state of agitation these past few weeks.  First the ginger cat. Even with me there she won't really lay in the doorway to watch her TV any longer as she is too wary.  I can't feed my birds any more because it draws the ginger to the birds and he upsets Katie with his presence.

Now, a raccoon (I feel sure) has climbed up onto the deck.  It's high up- but they can do it.

What is a good deterrent for raccoons that you can think of?  I can't take this screaming in the night a whole lot of times.

Sorry to take over the blog. Getting "desperate".  Suggestions welcome.  Katie will be here tomorrow or later today.

Caturday

Happy Caturday Kitties and Woofies.  I fink I'll just take a baff.  After all, it's Caturday.  You know..the Caturday baff and all?

Furriday

Kitties,   I got mom up at the usual time and after we have a a few snugglies she sits on the edge of the bed and looks to see what I brought her.

Today's offering was one short of the usual trio.  I always bring my favorite lovies in for her during the night.  I always announce each lovie too, and mom loves to hear me do it even though it wakes her up.  I have a teeny tiny voice and I sound as though I am talking she said, with my little sounds.

I thought you'd like to see my arrangement.  One is my donkey; that is a little gray and black toy and the larger brown one is my fur mousie.  IF I don't have it crammed under the curio cabinet (and I did that last night!) I would have also brought my favorite tiny mousie, the one I showed you a month or so ago that has been passed down to me from Admiral.

I thought I would show you me in back of another favorite toy here in the computer room.  You can see the PTU in the back..it's black and standing up against the wall.  You can see that mom is charging the camera battery too with that cord showing..sigh..and the roll away bed for when my brother and his son come to visit.  Too much messies but that's how it can be sometimes.

Fursday

Mom fed me cold fuds from the fridge today for breakfast.  I got her back though.  I let her think all was well because she got her coffee poured and half of her toast was eaten in here by the computer before I horked it all up.  MOL MOL.  Usually she just picks up the plate  and she's still in the kitchen when I sound the claxton horn and hork.  I waited.  Heeeee.

Here I am last night.  My fang tips are showing and the wee little teefs between the fangs are showing too.  I was zonked out.

Whisker Wednesday

Kitties!  I think I have to throw in the blankie.  The ginger cat never went away.  Mom took a chance and let me look out of the door four times in four days and I didn't see him but I was wary and never relaxed and only stayed maybe 20 minutes each time instead of the hour or more.  That surprised mom and she thought it was just memory of the screaming match.

Yesterday after she closed the front door when I left, she opened the side door to take out the recyclables and there he was, standing in the yard near the door.  He looked at mom and mom looked at him.  Mom saw that he looked---no other word for it---weary, tired.  He had a stump for a tail, maybe 4 inches long.  His  coat looked unkempt but then, if he is an outside cat (don't know if the cat is a girl or a boy) maybe his life is such that grooming becomes secondary.  He does look as though he has enough to eat and goodness knows what that might consist of.  Mom feels sorry for him as well as irritated about him.  He is not loved a lot as we are here in the CB. She is not up for trapping him (even if she could) because his fate would likely be very sad.

Mom hissed at him.  She does a pretty creditable hiss.  He trotted to the next year and looked over his shoulder.  Mom hissed again and stomped.  He went 3 yards down.  But this tells me that I will have to enjoy the birds from the window from now on.   Mom said she went to the links that showed that water shower device but it wouldn't work here as the mailman and friends would not like to be showered when they tried to come to the door.

Kitties, things are very sad again in the Blogosphere.  Cinders and Mahoney need us as well as other kitties and woofies.

Please see the Rainbow page for babies who have flown away.  I ask mom to leave them in my sidebar for a long time but we need room for more babies, sadly.  So I ask Mom to put them in the Rainbow page for ever and ever.

I finally get onto the bottom level of my tree on my own.  See my piggy bank?