Brushing, bonding and looking back.

It is -20 today and will stay at that temperature for awhile. The nights are even colder. If you don't wear proper clothing while outside, such as mittens and a hat, you look ridiculous.

I am just back from cat-sitting. One of the best ways to bond with cats is to groom them,  if they like it. This gorgeous cat turns into mush when I bring out the brush. She rolls and purrs and makes biscuits in the air (a motion cats make by pushing in and out with their paws). This behaviour is uniquely feline and is accompanied by contented purring. When a cat does that, it means it feels safe. She loves grooming time and butts my hand when I stop. She is such a pleasure to spend time with.
It doesn't hurt to have award-winning eyes and a personality to match. Oh yes, and extra toes.

She won't stay still for a photo. She just rolls and rolls.

"Smile, Indy"

Looking through some pictures I came across this one of Audrey the day she opened her eyes.

I brought three kittens, along with their mother, home from the shelter when the kittens were three days old.
At ten days,  Audrey was the first to open her eyes. Even at that age, she was raring to go. She wasn't the boldest of the three but she did get herself into many predicaments. She was the first to climb the curtains, only to hang there and scream. When I rescued her, she turned around and went straight back up. She hung on with one leg and screamed bloody murder. The curtain was put away. I should have known then what I know now about Audrey.

(6 months)

As a kitten, Audrey loved to hang out in the dining-room with me. She still does. I was sure that I soon would be 'fondly remembering' many of my dishes as they, one by one, became victim to her shenanigans. But, to this day, this monkey, has never broken a dish. Is there such a thing as 'feline dishaholics'?

hugs, Deb