She can’t believe I would have made the faux pas of forgetting to post last week! She feels aghast at my priorities (which should, of course, always be looking after kitties, responding to kitty requests, and worshiping kitties). My posts are a mere indicator of kitty worship. Tsk hiss!
As I do not wish to cause her further distress I have promised to be less remiss in the future. I think I may have heard a “harrumph” when I said that…
In the 1930s my mother’s family was getting by hunting, trapping, logging, farming etc. on the beautiful (but rugged) British Columbia coast. My grandfather had gone hunting in the winter of 1934 and shot a cougar (a $20.00 bounty on cougars made it a good animal to hunt) and while skinning it realized it was nursing. To make a long story short – he backtracked, found the den with kittens so young their eyes weren’t open yet. Two of those kittens, despite hardships, grew up as the family pets who adored my mom and her two sisters.
This photo is my mother, Marion, with Leo. Leo loved my mother and there were many stories of how loudly he purred and how much he rubbed up against the three girls.
I’ve been so happy to run into the videos of a couple in Russia who are looking after a rescue “kitten” – as I watch that cougar/puma/mountain lion love on his family I can finally see what my mother would have experienced. I strongly encourage you to check out the videos of “I am Puma” (but caution – you could get addicted <G>)
We are back in lock-down for Covid again… and that means many are climbing the walls. In this case, however, the purple creatures are climbing down towards the kitties.
The kitties (Princess on the left, Debon on the right) are intrigued but do find that the sticky substance is odd on their paws and the stench of the creatures is overwhelming. BUT, it is too fascinating to resist so they can only watch for a bit before they must ENGAGE!
Princess is definitely showing her age… but not when it comes to her daily jogging. Both in the big wheel upstairs (with all her feet inside the wheel) or in the little wheel in the basement where she adapts and just runs with her front paws.
She gets the wheel humming with speed. Always impressive.