Ohhhh, Dali.
Good Old Hobbes
Well this stately fellow is feeling a bit better these days.
A few weeks ago, he had a nasty run in with the bad side of life. Imagine this big, old, friendly kitty trotting down the sidewalk when he comes up on a man standing on the side of the street. He walks up to the guy and lets the man pet him.
Sounds innocent enough…right?
Sure, till the guy grabs him and throws him in his creepy dog-catcher pen and drives away with him!! I get a call after 2 days to find that my poor boy has been in cat jail for 48 hours!!! He’s chipped so they could have called me sooner–but they didn’t.
There had been no complaint filed. The guy just picked him up– because he could and tramatized my poor boy for two days.
When I got him back he hid in the basement till the next morning and growled and hissed at everyone for a week.
I’D like to growl at a few people right now. The nerve……..
Ok, now that THAT’s off my chest, I feel much better. But they better not do that again!!
I know the mayor.
They’ll be sorry.
I mean it.
Holding Hands With Lyla
Whenever I sit back to take a nap or go to bed, without fail, Lyla comes from wherever she’s at to lay by me.
She’s a very tender thing, really.
Especially when she just wants to hold my hand.
Sweet girl.
More Copy Cats
Ok, this is getting a little more challenging…
but still…
so DANG fun!! I love sorting out all the patterns and personalities of the kitties with each one being so awesome and specific.
I’m starting to look at cats a lot more closely now.
They are all so unique and lovely, but my crochet brain is turning them all into YARN!!!
Occupational hazard, I suppose.
Apparently, I have one volunteer already!!
Ohhh Dali….
The Closeness of a Cat
I’ve heard many people say that they prefer dogs over cats because, “Cats are just too independent.” That’s true in many ways, I suppose. They love to come and go as they please–especially if they have a cat door…
which of course, mine do. So, no problem there.
So, yeah. My kitties are free as finches–day and night with the whole wide world at their little feet. Yet for some reason, the choice they make over and over and over is to stay here…
and be by me.
And how I love them for it.
