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Man Cats Gone Wild

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Summer is over and this week all the boys wanted to savor the last sights and smells of the garden. Odin went a little wild. Okay, a lot wild. One look at his one crazy eye and you know nonstop mayhem was on the menu. All I do is play referee and thankfully he races into my arms when I call him indoors. Purr softly and carry a big stick

The older boys enjoyed hanging on the porch this week, basking in the warm sunshine. Everyone is getting along famously and Domino is beginning to venture inside briefly for food and massage. What’s not to like? Every day is one step closer to a formerly feral identity.

two cats chillin

Gris Gris kept an eye on Merlin who has turned into Mr. Cranky Pants again. He’s doing his nocturnal vocalization again and has zero tolerance for Ling Ling. One evening, I held my breath as all four lounged in bed with us until hiss boom ba. Merlin smelled Ling Ling and yowled her away. Part of the reason is she hates Gris Gris and Merlin is his best pal. I didn’t want to undo the behavioral progress, and so Ling Ling is separated again during the night, for now. She’s so sweet most of the time and has made great strides but

3 cats black/white

Merlin’s wishes have to take precedence. After all, he’s going to be 17 in October. He’s still doing daily garden strolls but napping 101 is his forte.

Meanwhile, Odin and Domino are crazy about each other and are…

man cats gone wild

They love wrestling, playing tag, hide ‘n go seek with each other and with live you see me now you don't cats Odin caught a chipmunk (his first) who was more fun to play with than any catnip toy or Domino. I wrested the chipmunk away from Odin without bloodshed, but not without his indignant mood for the rest of the afternoon. He leaves no tree or stone unturned. Everything is his toy in his personal playground. Curiosity is his middle name and unbridled joy his birthright.


It’s fun and good exercise for both of us, except when he climbed onto on the cat-hide-seek-cute porch roof and discovered a short lived new game: Climb onto porch. Run and sniff. Make mom run inside to bedroom window. Open window mom. Open. Go half in and run out again. Ignore come command. Run to other window. Back again. Come command gets louder. Mom’s hair gets wilder. Run inside. Mom is convinced cats can laugh.

Dad hacks branches leading to porch. Game over.


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