Dear Blog Readers, It is Sunday and the sun came out, what joy! I was able to sit in the sun on a blanket and be at peace with the world. Well, to some extent. I didn’t require rescue remedy drops last night, nor my anti-stress paste. The pheromone collar is doing its job and
Category: cats
Dear Blog Readers, So this is what’s been happening since yesterday. The anti-stress paste and Rescue Remedy drops have done wonders for my nerves and anxiety. I slept through the night and only dared to make a fuss at 7:30am for breakfast. Speaking of which, much as I try to be sociable, eating with others
Dear Blog Readers, I had a bit of a low point last night and meowed a bit (just a bit) more than the usual non-stop meowbles. I suppose you could call it homesickness or separation anxiety, but whatever it is, I required even more hugs and cuddles, and sometimes even the baby wrap didn’t work
Dear Blog Readers, When my Dad dropped me off last Sunday, he did warn Humans T and M that I am a very emotionally needy cat. Neither human realised the extent of my needs until they figured out (very quickly) that if I get picked up and hugged it shuts me up instantly,- well, for
Dear Blog Readers, I have to give it to my foster parents for placing me in a supremely interesting household for the holidays. Boring this place is not. Like I’ve written the past days, I have tried to make friends with Cherry and Lolita, but somehow my attempts to whack them on the head, steal
Dear Blog Readers, Meowy Christmas! We had a nice quiet evening, well for the most part. I had extended naps during the day so that I could be awake the whole night! I began with my rounds after dinner, making sure that I got noisier the later it got. Cherry and I alternated in pestering
Dear Blog Readers The Cat Police has been on my tail the whole day. Cherry won’t leave me alone and has parked her fuzzy butt in my room. Whenever I move, she wakes up and shadows me. This has ruined her sleep pattern though and as a result, this evening she is super groggy, so
My mother always insisted on setting an extra place at the Christmas table “just in case someone needs a home on Christmas”, and made sure to cook extra portions for whoever might drop by unannounced. I know of several other families who practice this and I carry on the tradition. This practice of never being
For those of us who have lost a dear one at some point or another, the holidays are the most difficult to get through. I still can´t get over how much I miss my parents each Christmas, and it has already been three years. But this year, there is somebody else I miss terribly: Champagne.
My shoulder is absolutely killing me today after a Sunday of hauling Christmas decorations up from the basement and decorating the apartment. I had to grin in amusement when I ran into my neighbour who was doing the exact same thing, and we agreed that this was our fitness hour. She had it worse than
