Funny Cat

Of all the animals I’ve ever had as pets, and I really haven’t had that many, Cat is probably the one that intrigues me the most. I suppose that’s just part of being a cat but he’s so “needy” and yet so standoffish at the same time. Considering that he had been living out in the woods for no telling how long, and then he hung around for over a year before making friends, he’s such a creature of habit now.

He stays on top of my car. When it was so miserably hot, about 10 a.m., probably when the top of the car got really hot, he would get down and get under the car and stay til about dusk and then get back on top of the car.

Cat

Cat

It’s awfully generous of us to provide him with an SUV upon which to lounge all day! If I had my way, we’d have a garage and there would be no cat inside the garage.

Cat

Cat

She glares at me when I pass as I go in and out of the shop. I cannot reach up and touch her though . . she has to come to me.

I mentioned the other day how she sits in the middle of the driveway and waits for me to go put the chickens up, knowing I’ll come out and sit and pet her.

Here’s the weird thing . . Sunday night I was up really late . . til about 1:30 a.m. When I turned off the living room lights, it looked like a light was on in Vince’s car so I walked over to the door to look out the window but it wasn’t. I don’t know what I saw. But, I noticed Cat . . sitting in the middle of the driveway, staring at the back door. I went to bed and when I got up about 5:30, it was still dark so I looked out again and she wasn’t there.

Then, last night I remembered that UPS had left a package and I never got it off the porch so about midnight, I opened the door to grab the package. There was Cat, sitting out in the driveway staring at the door. 

This morning I told Vince about it and he said maybe she thinks as long as there are lights on in the house, she knows I’m still up and maybe she sits there hoping I’ll come out and pet her. That would be sad, huh?

What do y’all think? Would she be sitting out there all night hoping I’ll come out again and pet her?

 

 

 

 

My Favorite Cook

One thing for sure . .  if you’re going to cook, even if it’s just scrambled eggs, you need to be dressed for the occasion!

Addie Cooking Eggs

Addie Cooking Eggs

A couple of months ago, before it got too hot, they went camping and Addie loved it all but she especially loved helping cook breakfast and now, she’s always wanting to help cook.

Addie Cooking Eggs

Addie Cooking Eggs

Isn’t she cute in her chef’s hat and apron? I need to make her some aprons.

Addie Cooking Eggs

Addie Cooking Eggs

Look at her using her left hand. She’s a leftie!

Addie Cooking Eggs

Addie Cooking Eggs

I think she surprised herself that she got the eggs out of the shell without breaking the yolks.

Addie Cooking Eggs

Addie Cooking Eggs

Stir, stir, stir!

I love seeing her love to cook. I love that Nicole let’s her do it. Heck, I love everything about all three of those folks.

She Loves Me!

Cat loves me but she’s still so nervous and jumpy. I guess she always will be. A couple of nights ago, I must have taken 100 or more pictures trying to get a good picture of her. She isn’t still very much.

Cat

Cat

Every single evening she sits behind the RTV and waits for me to come outside. She knows I have to put the chickens up and she knows I’ll come over and sit in that chair and we can have some quality time together.

Cat

Cat

The minute I open the back door, she starts walking toward me. I’ll head on over towards the chair, stopping as we meet so I can pat her on the head. Then she comes over to my chair. Very rarely will she hop up onto my lap but she rubs on my legs and lets me pet her.

Cat

Cat

She’s such a pretty kitty. I wish I could get a better picture of her.

Cat

Cat

After a while, I get up to go close up the chickens. Then we have a problem. She doesn’t want me to leave her. She gets right in front of me and stops and either I almost trip over her and scare her half to death or I have to make a sudden move to scare her back a little . . just so I can walk.

Cat

Cat

She follows me til she finally gets the message that I’m have other things to do.

Cat

Cat

And, wherever she stops, she waits til I get done with my chicken chores and she knows I’ll come back and she’ll get just a little more loving.

Cat

Cat

Every evening . . that’s our ritual. I’m betting when I was gone to MO, Cat wondered if she would ever see me again.