This is NOT the attention I wanted!

Princess leapt up to the desk (she just appears to float effortlessly, even now in her senior years) and planted herself firmly at the mouse pad to get attention.

I picked up the camera to give her my full attention…


Her demeanor immediately changed.  She wanted petting or a challenge, she did NOT want a camera lens in her face!

Don’t worry, after I took this offensive photo (from her perspective – I think she is looking quite cute)… I gave her what she wanted.

She wanted a challenge.  First we chased the red dot.  Then she did some tricks for treats (I can lay the treats out on the desk, she knows where they are but won’t take them – she wants the interaction).  We did “jump through hoop”, “sit-up”, “shake a paw”, “sit and stay” and “go to commanded placesssss”.  She does so love that (much happier kitty face) but the second the camera comes back up… THIS face appears again – so you’ll just have to trust me on this one 😉


Office Helper

The kitties can ALWAYS be counted on to help me unpack office supplies when they arrive.  They want to be very sure the supplies are thoroughly examined for quality… including, of course, the box.


In charge of Quality Control – Rusty is confirming this box is good.

Too Much Travel!

I can tell I’ve been travelling TOO much.  Part of that is when I notice the intense desire to sleep in for days in a row, and part of it is the behaviour of my kitties.

Rusty has been sleeping close to me every night – but that isn’t enough.


Apparently he hasn’t had enough cuddling.  Despite the fact that he is too big for my lap he can make himself small and join me at the computer desk.

As uncomfortable as it is for both of us… we make it work 🙂 !!

Spring Kitties (Pussy Willows)

I’m away from home and missing my kitties (headed back VERY soon)…

But today in the bright sunshine in Vancouver I was treated to the glory of another favorite kitty.  The messenger of spring (still a long way off back home in Calgary) the Pussy Willows are in bud.


I know it is “cheating” but they make my heart sing *almost* as much as my two furry kitties do.

I’ll be under their supervision unpacking soon – in the meantime I snuggled these.

So NOT important…

Exactly one year ago today I was traveling from Calgary to Vancouver and Victoria when I made a promise to myself to blog a photo a day. 

Saturday evening, I reminded my kitties about this auspicious celebratory anniversary as I was packing for an identical trip.

To say they were excited is… well… from the looks of it… not true.


Princess looks like after a year of photo taking she still isn’t happy about THAT camera.  Rusty looks, well either bored or laughing (I’m not sure which is worse).

But *I* am celebrating today anyway.  Happy first blogversary (however that is spelled).  Hugs and kitty purrs to all.


I’m NOT speaking to YOU

I could hear what I thought was raucous play as the kittens thundered down the upstairs hallway to the top of the stairs.  Then I could hear a tussle and them head back the other way.

A few minutes later they charged like a herd of LARGE beasts down the stairs and through my office.  I was smiling enjoying their exuberance when I heard one of them swear at the other.

Play had turned rough.  I reached for my camera and turned on the video.  They sensed my plans.

All movement stopped.  Suddenly I had two cats sitting motionless on the floor behind me.aepcatrustyprincessspat20170213

They are NOT happy with each other but even more they are in silent protest of my unconscionable plan to document their spat.  No one move, no one say anything – she will put that thing away…

Welcoming Party

It doesn’t mater when I get home.  It doesn’t mater how long I’ve been gone.  If I don’t immediately hunt for them they will come out to greet me.

The flight was delayed for hours – it was past midnight – and two meowy purry happy kitties came out to greet me.  A good night’s snuggle and THEN the most fun of all is the inspection of the luggage for new smells.


Rusty takes that job very seriously and gives it his full attention (so much so that it is difficult to get a photo of anything except the backside of his head).




Kitties & Boxes of All Sizes

Though I am away from my kitties… I wasn’t missing them TOO badly when I had the opportunity to visit Panther Ridge Conservation Center.

This is seven month old Mateo; he’s having fun tearing a box to ribbons!  He is so sturdy and still looks a bit like he has baby fuzz fur.  Cute as a button.


When he grows up they are hoping he gets along well with their gorgeous lady jaguar Isabella as part of the species survival plan.

Panther Ridge supports and is part of a number of big cat survival programs.  The wonderful woman behind it all (the center’s director Judy Berens) did LOTS of street/feral kitty rescue years ago and then switched to bigger kitties.

All the cats so obviously LOVE Judy and welcome her with chirps/meows/purrs each according to their abilities.  The visit (about two hours) was relaxed and friendly as well as being informative.

If you EVER can make it there it is well worth taking the tour (has to be pre-booked).  Taking the tour helps support the undertaking.



Rituals are Comforting

My kitties love ritual.  They have rituals for when I awake, ones when they know the sunbeams in the house are in certain rooms, ones to roust me from work in the afternoon for a brief playtime… and then there is bedtime.  My bedtime, not theirs (which I think is nearly continuous <G>).

Near the end of the bedtime ritual is TV snuggle time.  Princess’s idea of snuggle time is to get up on the top tier of the climbing tree and look down on us benevolently.   Rusty’s idea is to arrange himself pushed against my stomach watching the TV and dozing.


When it is a nature show he will stay awake and I’ll pass out… most other shows it is the reverse.

The kitties take their duties and responsibilities of settling me into bed very seriously.  I’m pretty sure they usually depart soon after they have me all tucked in and dreaming.

(BTW the shirt I am wearing says “My cat walks all over me” but that isn’t true – neither of them actually like walking on me… pinning my legs in place come morning while I try to wake up is another mater.)