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We closed up the screened in porch for the winter last November. As the snow melted and the squirrels became more plentiful, the cats have been dyingto get back out there.
Even though it was in the mid-40s, we thought the cats could enjoy a good hour of porch time. Figuring they would perch on the top of the chairs and let their nostrils take in all the scents, Link, instead, zeroed in on the cat nip plant that croaked last August*.
Fresh air? Who needs it! Dead cat nip is where it’s at.
*Don’t ask why it was still out there. Sometimes it takes me a while to get to things.
Woke up to this on the end of the bed. Now all I want is a black and tan. Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
[Ed. note: The intent of this post was to take my cats’ colors and tie it to a popular St. Patrick’s Day drink in the U.S. However, I’ve learned that “black and tan” is a phrase with a loaded history and is actually rather insensitive. I apologize for any offense; it was certainly not my intent. I’m keeping this post up as is to help educate others as the history of black and tan is not well known outside of Ireland. Thanks for reading.]
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Winston, the stunt cat.
I feel the same way about carbs, Winston.
After an exhausting 30-minutes of stuffed squirrel play, my cats give each other a “nice job, bro,” high-five.
See, cats are just like humans, bro.
A lot of bloggers are posting about their cats having New Year’s resolutions. What about living with a cat has made you believe that they would ever do anything you wish of them?
Seriously, people. Cats 101.
I am filing this in the inaugural edition of “Things Cats Find Stupid.” It ranks right up there with baths, costumes and trips to the vet.
Have you ever seen a cat try to eat a chicken wing? No? Well, now you have.
Raising a cat is kind of like raising a child.
You say “no” a lot, and even after you try to advert the attention to something more suited for a feline, they will continue to do whatever it is that you didn’t want them to do in the first place.
Although this is certainly part of their charm, don’t you wish they listened better?
I know you love milk, Winston. I love it to. But, I also know how this story is going to end and it involves diarrhea and projectile vomiting.
Don’t say I didn’t tell you so.
