That is Jake in the header picture medicating himself in a catnip bush. Life has been tough the past month!
It’s been awhile since I posted about the cats. Morgan has been here a month. There was turmoil initially but that has settled down. Even Jake a.k.a. Crankypants is doing better. He no longer hisses and growls. He just ignores her.
Morgan has brought energy to the house. Even the beloved husband can feel it. She has learned how to look cute and get away with stuff. The other cats are also teaching her bad habits like laying on the dining room table. They are hoping the “cuteness factor” will give them all some slack for a few months.
Ha! Not likely!
Originally, she had her own bedroom and I would keep her there overnight so we all got some sleep. She was happy with that. It was much bigger than her cage at the shelter. Now she does whatever she wants wherever she pleases just like the rest of the inhabitants here except she can’t drive the car.
I still get a little nervous when I can’t find her for the nose count. We always have a formal nose count before I go to bed. That way I am assured no one got locked in the porch or a closet. (Yes, I even check where the beloved husband is.)
She’s grey and blends right into shadows so sometimes it takes a few rounds until I locate her. She will amuse herself by watching me look frantically for her while she just sits on a shelf.
The house looks normal or as normal as a four cat house can look. There are catnip mice here and there, feathers on a string and of course, comfy cat beds everywhere. (So can you explain why they prefer to lie on the hard table?) There is also the occasional barfed hairball. The cats claim it’s from the beloved husband and he claims it’s the cats.
Most people find her adorable which she is. Some don’t want to look because she’s missing an eye. It’s all sewed shut. There isn’t a big gaping hole there. She looks like she’s winking at you.
In her month’s tenure here she has totally debugged the house. Spiders, stinkbugs, ants, it doesn’t matter. She will eat them all. She also eats anything else that isn’t nailed down.
She has learned where all the prime real estate spots are for sunning and how to position herself under the ceiling fan so she gets full benefits (and no one else gets any).
She has figured out that the softest spot for sleeping is in the middle of the bed with her head on the pillow.
The beloved husband thinks that she hit the jackpot coming to live with us. I think that we hit the lottery to have such a wonderful, socialized cat join us. Jake says the jury is still out.