The cats had a pretty lazy weekend. While my parents visited and the humans visited the farmer’s market, browsed antiques at The Factory, hiked around Radnor Lake, and listened to music at Third and Lindsley, the cats mostly sat around.
In exciting cat news, Tali has a new bed:
And Cora likes to watch us leave for work from the window each morning.
There wasn’t much time for taking pictures of the cats, but I have plenty to share of our weekend adventures… coming tomorrow!
I’m at the beach for a few blissful days, so blogging lite will commence this week. Here’s another batch on Instagram pics – I’m finally catching up, bit by bit! I was mostly unpacked by the time the cats joined us in March, so we all settled into our new routine together.
Nothing new to report on the cat front, so here’s another batch of Instagram pics! These go back a few months to our move, when we shipped the cats by airplane to MS and brought them to our new home a couple weeks later. It’s crazy how time flies!
We had a nice lazy weekend… the humans kept themselves busy with fun errands to a variety of stores… the farmers market, antique store, book store, grocery store, and a healthy dose of cleaning and laundry.
The cats… lounged.
On the window sill.
On the couch in the living room.
On the bed (or in the laundry basket).
In the guest room.
On the window sill again.
Cora has this strange fixation on nuzzling her whole body on corners of furniture… her favorite is the kitchen counter, but this morning she was obsessed with rolling all over the top of the dresser. It’s pretty amusing, so I started snapping pics. We like to think she’s smart, but sometimes I wonder… at least she’s cute!
Just another (manic) Monday with Cora the explorer….
I honestly couldn’t think of anything to say about the cats for today’s post… so I went digging through my drafts folder and found something I’d written but never published way back in July 2012, although the story is even older… from May 2011! So I edited it a bit (sometimes stories about your cats don’t have to be quite so verbose, you know?) and dug up some old pics… here we go!
One story that I’ve never told on the blog in detail is about Tali’s Grand Adventure–but for poor sweet Tali it was more of a Terrifying Adventure.
May 2011 was a stressful time for the humans—Sam had just left MS to start his first job in SF, I was finishing up the school year teaching, I was sick, and also trying to pack everything and settle all the details of moving in one month. The cats were not adjusting well to the absence of their beloved Sam or the presence of all the boxes. Especially Cora (of course) who took an especial dislike to the Master of Packing, also known as my mother. Cora even expressed her displeasure one day while I was at work, and Mom had travelled from Alabama to help me pack, by glaring at my Mama straight in the eye and simultaneously urinating in a box full of unused packing paper.
Basically, I knew the cats couldn’t stay in the house as we continued to pack and they continued to act out. Sam’s family agreed to take both the cats while we finished up the process of moving, and ended up keeping them for the first six months until we could fly them to San Fran. I felt like a terrible cat parent, but it was for the best. Well… if I felt bad shipping them off, you can imagine how I felt when I found out that Tali had run away from her new home!
Tali took the first opportunity of an open door, darted out, and Sam’s family spent the next few hours trying to corner her. I came by after work and tried to help, but she had scooted away somehow. I thought for sure she would stick close to the house and come back. But she didn’t.
She was gone ten days before she was captured and brought to the Humane Society, just two weeks from our moving date. Sam’s Grandmother had been calling the shelter faithfully every single day since Tali’s disappearance, and had even gone out to inspect a different black cat that had been found, but finally it was really her. When I drove out to the shelter with Sam’s grandmother, we peered hopefully into the cages of found animals. The room was darkened, Tali had lost weight and was scuffed up from her days on the lam. I had a panicky feeling that I couldn’t tell if this was my own cat, my own sweet Tali. I had to look on my iPhone at recent pictures to compare them to her little face. Again, I felt like a terrible cat parent. But it was her!
And that’s the story of Tali’s Terrifyingly Grand Adventure!
Of course, Tali’s troubles weren’t over yet. We took her back to Sam’s family, and she lived peacefully but fearfully among all the other cats for six more months (Cora was not quite as peaceful or quiet).
At Christmastime Sam and I arrived to bring her and Cora to California. As soon as she heard our voices in the house, Tali recognized us and raced into the room. She didn’t leave our sides all night, and I was so pleased that she remembered us. She never forgot us, never wavered in her loyalty. Sweet, sweet Tali!
Not much is happening in the world of cats around here. It’s business as usual… and since their business is being cute, here are a few of their antics from this weekend:
Cuddling on the bed…
Demanding attention out on the porch (Tali is now using the cat door all by herself!)…
Napping on the couch…
Sunning on the window sill (and hiding behind the curtains)…
The cats had a pretty good weekend… just another two days in the life of a cat…