Kitty came back this morning, and has left again. But friend has purchased cat food, so I think he may have been adopted.
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Natter 63: Life after PuppyCam
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My friend P. found a kitty in his house.
Just as I was saying to the screen "Why don't you pet the cute kitty?!" the caption came up saying he didn't want to pet it without a note from the vet. Then he let the cat wander his house--I'm guessing he wasn't all that concerned about health issues!
A very pretty stray. I hope he does adopt it, it seemed very friendly!
The flopping reminds me of Loki (and that cat looks to be about the same age, < 1 year.) He just...falls over. First time he did that, as Ms. Louise's, I wondered if he had some neurological issue. Nope, just happy and confident and FLOP PET ME. He now FLOPS on my face in the morning. Which is a bit of a shock now that he's 12+lbs.
Jeeves does the FLOP thing, too. His favorite thing is to stand on the arm of a chair and just flop into someone's lap to be petted.
None of the cats in my prior experience (and there have been a lot) did that, so it was quite novel with Loki. And it was a good feeling when he started doing that in my place, cause I knew it meant he was at home. The really cute thing is that when I take him over to visit Ms. Louise, he does it on her. I may have had him since fall, but he still recognizes her as one of his people.
Now to figure out how to get her out to visit my new place without her parasite relatives at least once a month...
Amarna's flops tend to sound more like thuds, but she does do it at my feet or on my bed. Luckily, not on my face (yet).
My friend's (late) cat was a massive flopper. He especially liked to flop on the floor right where you were about to walk -- because he loved you so much!!
I think Liese is so brilliant that I have to quote this in its entirety.
We talk about what's freaking us out and and consuming us and obsessing us and interesting us. And then we talk about it again. And then other people talk about it, and then we talk about it more.
We're a community. It's what we do.
My love for Liese knows no bounds.
We went to an egg hunt today where I had to control myself from bopping parents and where I got sarcastic with a preschooler who snatched an egg Noah was bending over to pick up ("Thanks for sharing!")
As a remedy, we are having an at home egg hunt tomorrow.
My dog Fenris doesn't flop, he'll jump up on you, put both his front paws on your chest and then stare right into your eyes about an inch from your face. He's a little freak sometimes.