After having lost Demon Cat and Miss Winnie this year, I went into the holidays with an admittedly heavy heart. They were more than pets, they were family. And they left a big hole in our hearts.
Until...
My friend, Mitzi, offered a rescue kitty, found alongside a road, abandoned like people do in this throwaway world of ours. Did we want her?
Well, duh.
So the day after Xmas, young Stormy arrived - aptly named as her delivery vehicle scooted just in front of an ice storm bearing down on us.
Until...
My friend, Mitzi, offered a rescue kitty, found alongside a road, abandoned like people do in this throwaway world of ours. Did we want her?
Well, duh.
So the day after Xmas, young Stormy arrived - aptly named as her delivery vehicle scooted just in front of an ice storm bearing down on us.
She spent most of the day hiding under things, including crawling up inside my recliner-rocker. I decided to just let her be, get used to the house noises, the birds (more on that later). It wasn't until we literally shook her out of the innards of the recliner that she graced us with her presence.
Stormy bonded immediately with my son, Kevin. In spite of being a spook, if you nab her, she really doesn't object to being held. In fact, I got a lovely purr for the 30 seconds she was in my lap.
Stormy is a mover and groover, of the no moss on rolling stone variety. She likes soft, fleecy toys, not hard plastic. I tied two puffballs on the end of one of those toy casting rods. This morning I've been kitty trolling for coming nearly two hours.
Boundless energy.
She's systematically cleaned off whatever was on the end table, climbed at least one curtain... and discovered the birds.
Stormy is a mover and groover, of the no moss on rolling stone variety. She likes soft, fleecy toys, not hard plastic. I tied two puffballs on the end of one of those toy casting rods. This morning I've been kitty trolling for coming nearly two hours.
Boundless energy.
She's systematically cleaned off whatever was on the end table, climbed at least one curtain... and discovered the birds.
Yes, she can jump that high, and yes she can climb those little plastic rungs just fine, thankyouverymuch.
Welcome home, little Stormy.
Yes, I understand the rules...
Curtains are forfeit.
Yes, I understand the rules...
Curtains are forfeit.
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