It is amazing how far we can travel especially when we know where our home is. When our humans move us, we may still try to get back to home because we haven’t learned the new place is our home. Some cats are reputed to travel long distances to return home.
However, there is a way to keep us cats from getting lost and roaming off. When you move with us, you must keep us indoors for at least a week so we can learn our new home. A treat, such as tuna, is a good way to help us get over the trauma of moving. Some humans have rubbed butter onto our paws to help us remember our new home.
I would highly recommend some sort of treat and keeping us inside. Otherwise, we won’t agree with you as to where home is.
Cats do have a homing ability. They can wander and find their way home. But not if they are moved. Then they can become very lost. That’s why it is best to keep them inside until they learn their new home and so they can find it again later.
A few weeks ago I brought home this little bundle of energy. When my cousin’s kitty had babies I, of course, had to visit. I didn’t know at that time that I would find my little love. I became friends with all the baby boys pretty quickly. Little did I know one would completely steal my heart. Meet little Orion. He’s a bundle of pure joy and energy. He is a snuggle bug as well. My princess Daisy has been very apprehensive and expresses her frustration with little one jumping in her face. Of course she is still a bit territorial but is adapting well. She only shows displeasure toward him with growls and hisses and only light smacks when he gets in her face. She is such a good girl and has never attacked or used claws. She even goes upstairs to get him when she thinks he needs to come down and looks after him. Big Bubby Castle and Orion have become best of friends playing. It’s so sweet to see chubs Castle playing gently with my little boy. He is such a good kitty. Hoping one of these days to come home and find all of them in a cuddle puddle.
I don’t know why my girl built a dollhouse. I suppose she likes them. I watched from afar. I wasn’t that interested. Spot and Isis watched her and thought she was building the dollhouse for them. I don’t know where they got that idea. I do know Ali made dolls to live in the dollhouse that was complete with furniture and accessories. She paid close attention to the details.
I don’t think she kept that particular dollhouse, but it didn’t stop her from trying to build another one later one. I guess she needs a dollhouse and some dolls. She doesn’t play with those things as she used to. These days, she uses the dolls and dollhouses to film her Writing Outtakes series. She has a doll which represents her and several which represent cats.
“If you yell at a cat, you’re the one who is making a fool of yourself.” — Unknown
Yelling at cats is much like yelling at brick walls. They may not listen and think you’re an idiot to try and change them. Yet, I haven’t see that stop anyone from yelling at cats. They are that willful.
“Of all domestic animals the cat is the most expressive. His face is capable of showing a wide range of expressions. His tail is a mirror of his mind. His gracefulness is surpassed only by his agility. And, along with all these, he has a sense of humor.” — Walter Chandoha
Seeing cats express themselves is not something everyone sees. Or at least not immediately. It takes years to learn how expressive cats can be. They don’t always meow when they are expressive. Sometimes it’s just their eyes being a bit differently shaped. Or how their tails move. They usually don’t laugh, but sometimes it can sound as if they do.
My girl likes to cook from scratch. She tends to cook for herself quite often. Perhaps not every day, but fairly often. It isn’t uncommon for her to be cooking while we watch her. It is a curious thing. I remember there was a time she actually cooked for Spot and me for a little while. Her cooking wasn’t bad. She didn’t cook our meat, but gave us some other food added to our meat. Spot and I were quite happy and content when she cooked for us.
It didn’t last long, but I know both Spot and Isis loved to watch her cook. Ali never cared that we all watched her so closely. She likes to cook and she always seemed so healthy and happy to me. Perhaps it was her cooking.
Ah, the sweet siren song of the outdoors, the great beyond…
How often feline ears perk up at its summoning…
Although no doubt born with the breath of the wild, Emperor Julius has almost exclusively been an indoor emperor throughout his life, and he is quite happy that way. He has had several opportunities to experience the great outdoors — once or twice, a door was left cracked just a little too wide, and a wayward breeze blew in his favor, opening the gates in front of him–but he finds he much prefers the stable comfort of his indoor realm to the unpredictability (and cold, wet grass) of the world beyond.
There are other cats in the neighborhood, however, who are outdoor emperors. Unlike indoor emperors, they rise fast and fall fast, living hard lives full of adventure and war. Over the months of the year, story arcs befitting Greek dramas or tragedies play out beneath the backyard honeysuckle bushes. The two reigning tomcats, grizzled and battle-torn, struggle for dominance over the little cat-trails that they have worn within and around neighboring yards. Many a summer night is spent in the throes of the tomcats’ martial performances. Their fair-weather tortie queen, who flirts with both of them depending on her mood, watches them from the comfort of her outdoor chaise-lounge, lazily flicking her tail in the summer wind.
Accounts of their struggles travel far and wide throughout the realm. The neighborhood dogs, the watchers and jesters of other households, howl epic tales recounting the tomcats’ battles, and the local birds, especially the galivanting, jocular neighborhood crows, take front-row seats at the arena, watching and snickering from branches above. Even the coyotes, relegated to the farthest reaches of the realm, have heard of the tomcats’ prowess. (They will probably think twice about snatching one of those cats for dinner this year–better to go after the irritating little chihuahuas instead.)
And Emperor Julius observes this all, silently, from the highest perch of the land, his seven-foot-tall indoor cat tree, as empires rise and fall and rise again beneath him in the summer sun.
He just watches and smiles smugly to himself, knowing he will forever be emperor of his own land.
The breath of the wild in the wind is a nice aftertaste, but nothing will beat the comfort of his own bed.
In some places, it is illegal to kill cats. We cats like the protection. In ancient Egypt, killing a cat was punishable by death. They knew cats were the reason they didn’t have to worry about disease carrying rodents. We cats killed the rodents and saved the humans.
I do know where we are honored to the fullest, it is illegal to kill us. However, in many places, it’s legal to put us to sleep, which is killing cats. Some do it because they can’t take care of all the cats due to lack of funds and policies which aren’t good for us. One reason they do kill cats is because we are too sick to live. Usually it’s the humans who decide which cats get treatment and which will die because treatment isn’t worth it.
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