I am a very intuitive cat. I understand when Mom or Dad aren't feeling well and I spring to duty. I will smother them with love and purrs until they feel better. Last Tuesday Dad got food poisoning, which took him out of commission all day Wednesday. He ended up sleeping in the guest bed in case it was something else and he didn't want to get Mom sick too. I stayed with him all night (I mean, it is the bed Aslan and I like to sleep on anyway), and once Dad started to rouse in the morning I snuggled beside him on my back with my head tucked into his chest and armpit and purred the yuck away. It is an important job that I have. Dad has been feeling much better, and I have no doubt it's largely in part of my care. and attention.
We had a trio of interlopers on our back deck a few weekends ago. These super tiny kittens were out exploring and looking for some comfy chairs to hang out on. They were super fast because Dad put some food out for them and they took off like bullets. They eventually came back and enjoyed some wet food, and the next day some kitten food. We've only seen them once since though. Friends of Mom and Dad said silly things like, "you should keep them," or "can I have the gray one?" They said this without asking the kittens what they wanted because these little ones had other plans. We keep looking for them and hoping they will visit again soon.
Sunday was our fourth birthday, but we didn't get a chance to properly celebrate until last night. Dad made us a Stinky Goodness cake in the shape of a 4 and Mom put a party hat on me and gave me a hug and took a picture with me. Aslan wasn't willing to wear the hat this year. I get it with the hat. It took some convincing for me.
Aslan demonstrates the perfect way to sit and wrap your tail around your feet. This is a good lesson for young kittens still trying to figure this out.
It's been one year since our big sister Maggie crossed the Rainbow Bridge. She was the best big sister, teaching us so much about being a McKitten-Cat. We're still figuring some things out, being just two young boy cats, but we're managing. We love on Mom and Dad as much as we can, as often as we can. Maggie was around for a good 16 years, longer than Mom and Dad ever imagined she would be considering her struggles as a tiny baby cat. But you always want more time. Hug you people tonight, purr for them real loud, and maybe (just maybe) let them sleep in a little tomorrow morning.
When our neighbors go out of town Dad will go down and check on their cats for them. They have to big Mancats, Moochie and Zach, and sometimes the neighbor's daughter's cat Gracie will be there too. They have a cat door from the kitchen into the garage where the litter boxes are. And the neighbor will leave the large garage door cracked just the slightest amount to ventilate the garage.
This past weekend Dad was checking in on all three cats. He hadn't seen Zach, which isn't anything out of the norm because he usually hides from Dad, but he had seen Moochie and Gracie. Everything was going fine. Then Sunday night Dad was driving home after a late quick trip to the grocery store and he sees this brownish cat-shaped blur run toward the neighbor's house. "That can't be Gracie," he thought, "but I'm going to go and check anyway."
Dad walks down and looks and the garage door looks to be opened about an inch higher than normal -- apparently just enough for the cats to slip under. Dad looks and sees Moochie under one of their trucks. He's usually a pretty amiable cat so Dad figures he'll just squeeze under the truck and scruff him and bring him in. Well Moochie is having none of it. He hissed and swatted at Dad.
Dad figures Moochie is set where he is, so he goes in to do a head count. He can't find any of the cats! So he calls the neighbor who talks him through setting the cat door to only allow them to come in but not go back out. Then Dad went out and opened the garage door more to allow the cats to get in easier. He figures he'll prod Moochie with a broom. Moochie thought he'd wander around the house. It is dark out and Dad was having none of this, and was able to herd Moochie into the garage. As Moochie came in Dad heard the cat door flap and thunk closed. (Gracie is in!). Then Dad shut the door completely and saw Moochie under the car in the garage (vintage Mustang). He was set and not budging and made sure Dad knew it.
But Zach was out, and there was no sign of him. He's played this game before. Dad opened the door the the screened in porch to give Zach some shelter. But other than that there was little Dad could do. The neighbors weren't too worried about it. Sure enough, the stinker came home the next night, hungry and eager for affection. But Mom and Dad were super stressed out.
Aslan has taken his napping to the next level. Here he is, napping on the cat tree while using the warm windowsill as a pillow. He was up all night telling Dad he needed Shrimpy Shrimp treats, so Aslan has earned his late-morning nap.
(Also, check out his amazing toe floof!)
