Tease

It's PO'Monday!

January, 2013:

Celestial Paddy O'Malley tried to entice me outside, by making a spectacle of himself as seen through the front door cat flap.

Paddy: "Come outside!"

Paddy: "Okay then, I'll just make myself at home."
*lick lick lick*

Having made it outside onto the back deck

Paddy: "Now, that's SO MUCH BETTER!
You get to see me in my entirety!"

That was some entirety, Pommy...you big ol' roly poly!

😻

Yin and Yang

Throughout their entire lives, Angel and Chuck have played the 'yin and yang' game; sitting opposite of each other.  Head to tail, and vice versa.  At first, I figured that they were assuming the places that they had when they were in their mother's womb, but now I just figure they are doing their best to equalize the energy flow in our house. 

You know that they are twins, right?
Well, two of four fursibs, at least

Angel is more round than Chuck, while Chuck is very long

Note: The Hubby purchased a pool table when we first moved into this house.  For years, he played and enjoyed it, and then the table became disused.  When we wheeled it into the front room, the cats quickly claimed it as theirs, and now it's covered in beds, boxes, and newspaper (you know why!) The front room has two large windows, and the cat-flapped front door.  I've also installed two litter boxes, and we tend to accumulate all kinds of things in there before the trek back outside to the barn or into the rest of the house for final storage. Photogenic for humans...nope!  The perfect place for a kitty catnap or Bird TV...yep!  And who rules this house?  Okay, you get the idea.

Peek-A-Boo Patty

We've set up a box for Patty to sit in
on the front porch.  He often waits for me
to appear every morning with breakfast.

This view is from inside the house.
You can see the tip of his ear!

There is some more ear...

When I open the front door, he jumps
out of the box, and dances around.

"Hey, what's inside there?" as Patty
looks through the cat flap.

And I always respond, "Come on in, Patty!"
I hold the door open...and he runs off down the
steps and towards the driveway.

And yes...we have two front doors!  The original bit of our house was built in Victorian times, then there were at least two additions, probably in the 1920's and 1940's. At some point, the house was divided for an apartment on the second floor, and the large front porch was enclosed as a permanent room.  It's this once-porch that can be locked off from the rest of the house downstairs, and we use that door as our 'front door'.  The original front door (which Patty's box sits in front of), is now used as a window. The old apartment kitchen upstairs is what we've made into a separate cat room, should I ever encourage Patty and Sweetie to venture up to stay.

I realize that Patty and/or Sweetie have to come in on their own four paws and not be carried in. Both sets of cats know each other, see each other, and smell each other on me.  However, I am guessing that Patty will only play peek-a-boo because he is aware that Chuck and Angel have the territory inside, while his is all of the outside. Someday, we will make him understand that the upstairs Cat Room is for 'O' Cats only!

Halt...Who Goes There?

"What's the password?"

What The Flap?

The Hubby has installed cat flaps in multiple places around our old house, to give Angel and Chuck access to rooms that we humans close up.  These images are from the once-porch-now-family room, leading into the dining area.  In the winter, this family room acts as a air lock, keeping the cold out of the main house.  The family room also is a bit of a storage area, but every window has a set up so the cats can look out comfortably.

Although I refrain from showing photos of litter boxes, you are looking at one here.  Notice the puppy pee pads taped to the knotty pine paneling, due to Chuck's insistence that he stand UP halfway through urination.  He does not do this every time, nor every day...but often enough that we need to preserve the house!  We believe this is a symptom of his constipation, or he may be getting arthritic.  We have a holistic vet visit scheduled for this coming Saturday; this is one item on my list to discuss with Dr. Sheppard.

The Front Door

Sunrise Over Pond

Autumn Trees

Broken Front Storm Door

Now that the cooler weather is here to stay, we've taken the screens off the windows and replaced them with storms.  The front storm door too, however the glass in three of the four sections was cracked.  Bob ordered tempered glass for the lower sections, and was given a seven to ten day turnaround time.  In the meantime, he covered up the gaping hole with plastic, for the illusion of keeping the cold winds from blowing in.  One repercussion; Chucky will not use the cat flap, will not go anywhere near the rustling plastic-covered front door, and he runs away with his tail down.  We humans KNOW that Chuck wants to be outside to chase his squirrel friends and to eat luscious blades of grass.  But he WON'T anymore, and he's moping around the house.  Luckily, the ordered glass is ready, and the front door storm should be a thing of beauty soon.  Honey Chuck, we'll have you munching grass in no time!

Chucky playing inside (with my feet in the photo!)