Musings on cats, travel, gardens and life
Another springlike day, and Tiger went out to enjoy; not bad for an 18-year-old cat. Benji is always game; not bad for a tripawd. Flowers are beginning to appear among the fallen leaves and pinecones, this a tiny Cyclamen; this a Lenten Rose. A… Continue Reading “Sweet Happenings in the Garden”
Facebook reminded me that 9 years ago, this was the view from my office window. It was Benji’s first snow. There’s been no snow yet this winter, but we still enjoy looking out the window. “Right, Benji?” “Of course, Sue.” This morning, I replenished… Continue Reading “Looking out my Window with Benji”
You think they’d call it a Catnip Licker Toy. Stuffed full of catnip it’s quite tasty to the boys. But after getting it thoroughly soaked, the hind legs kick in, or in Benji’s case, hind leg. Tiger enjoyed his too, albeit with moderation and… Continue Reading “Benji and Tiger and the Catnip Kicker Toy”
They look so innocent, those soft little paws on a sleeping cat. But buried within are razor sharp claws, fast as any switchblade. Tucked away when not needed for climbing, hunting or getting into mischief. Capable of drawing blood, even in play, if only… Continue Reading “Cute Kitty Paws or Padded Murder Mittens”
I went downstairs looking for Benji and this is what I saw. Just a kitty in a tray. Happy Caturday from Susanne and Benji! Sharing with #SixWordSaturday
Nine years ago we brought this sweet boy home from Seattle Humane. We’d gone to get a companion for Tiger, a mature cat would be good, I thought. But Bob and Mom picked Benji out from the others, captured by his sweet disposition. I… Continue Reading “Still Soaring, Nine Years Later”
I have to admit I sometimes feel sorry for Benji. He’s making the best of his life on three legs but can’t do what he used to do. He still plays but not like before. He still climbs, but not as high. He still… Continue Reading “My Sweet Benji”
“Whatcha doing there, Benji?” “Just waiting for someone to play with me, Sue.” “Sure, Benji. Wait no more.” My sweet boy waits at the foot of our bed, where his special stairs are, with his favorite toy nearby, a leftover piece of rubber tubing,… Continue Reading “Patient Benji”