Monday, February 25, 2008

Winter Cats

There hasn't been a whole lot to write about these last couple of weeks and I haven't wanted to waste your time with stories like "I forgot to clean Harper's bathroom and he reminded me by pooping on the rug exactly where I walk to the exercise bike in the morning."

We have all felt like we are living in an igloo. The snow is still piled high against the sun room windows and Olof got out there and shoveled so we'd get some sun. There is another storm projected for tomorrow and then one for Friday. Yet the basil plants on my windowsill are saying spring is here by suddenly starting to grow after doing nothing since December when I bought them. There is at least a month of great cross country skiing left and yesterday we did over 20 k. Today we are paying for it.

At two years old, the kittens have become wonderful cats, both sweet natured and loving. Harper can be a rascal, he insisted on wrassling his sister off the bed a few times early this morning. When I got up at 6:30 she just opened one eye and said "too early" and didn't get up with me. But by 8 am (after I finished reading the news and emails) she was ready for her morning Ritoiley when she runs downs the stairs before me proclaining "Yippe! It's a New Day!"

Harper yells at the bathroom door when he hears the water shut off, he wants to be brushed. He purrs and trills while I do every inch of him and gives me kisses. Sometimes Ramona comes in and hops in the sink for a touch up.

One of the nicest things about these two is they have not divided us up. They both love both of us. Sometimes Harper will run for Olof's lap no matter how I am trying to sweet talk him over and sometimes he runs for me and Ramona goes to Olof.

This is a couple named Cylde and Maia. They are at the shelter because their person died. Another reminder to all of us to be sure we have plans for our felines and canines if something happens to us. You don't see a lot of Meezers in the shelter so I really, really hope someone will come and take them as a pair. They are still unsure and shocked by their loss and clinging to each other.

Over at the Cat Blogoshpere I found the story of this guy, currently named Little Kit. He is at the Purrageous PIrates, somewhere on a sail boat.

The Purrageous Pirates hop over and send him some purrs.

And I said "ohmagosh, has Brendan been reborn? We always said he was a reincarnation of Saint Brendan the Navigator. It would be just like him to choose an ocean going life. Since Brendan was a Perfect Being, I don't know if he would choose to be reborn, but if he wanted to he certainly could manage it.


Cheysuli and gemini said...

The poor meezers. Meezers bond so tightly to their humans that I bet they are very upset. I hope they get a good home.

DK & The Fluffies said...

We were happy to have Spring flowers start blooming last week! DKM's nose is, however, not happy.

Poppy Q said...

Never think we would be bored with pooping stories! I love all your posts.

Oh those poor poor meezers - I hopes they finds a nice home. Can you keep us updated? I is sad that they are sad. Poor things.

Poppy Q

Anonymous said...

My son's name is Brendan and he absolutely loves cats (he gets it from Mom). I am showing him your site with Brendan the cat, very cute! You can check out my site at and click on the Critters link at the right to see some pictures my son & I took of some of our cats. My son's favorite is Sam.