The Big Orange Cat

If you’ve read ANY of my posts about Hobbes–from the time he was a kitten…

then you probably already know what a tough guy he is.

He’s always been pretty much Rhen’s cat and would barely let me touch him, sometimes even trying to duke it out with me as to who actually runs this joint.

I’ve always loved him, but I’ve often felt like he just didn’t have any use for me, and would much rather be a man’s cat.

But since his run-in with the law a few months back, he’s been a very different fellow. Sad in a way, but also…

interesting.

Oh, sure–he still comes in all dirty and scratched up from his latest stint on neighborhood-bad-cat patrol–for which we are all soooo grateful. 

But now, when he’s finished with his tough-guy duties outside, he always comes and finds me…where ever I am.

He adamently gets between me and the silly puzzle, or silly book, or silly computer that’s taking all my attention so that I will pet him, or scratch his back or ears, or just…hold him.

I think he just needs assurance that his home and his people are still here and that no more wicked dudes are coming to get him.

And after all these years, I think he’s finally decided…

that he’s safe…

with me.

I love you Hobbes.

 

 

The Big Snow Ripoff

We went all through Thanksgiving with no snow.

Not a flake.

Then came Christmas.

Still wearing sandals.

What is this, California?!

No. It’s Utah–you know–“the greatest SNOW on earth!”

A bunch of us actually love the stuff and we’re feeling teriffically scamed.

Then one night, for some odd reason, I was awake at 4 am. I just woke up and decided to see if it was even cold out side.

It was.

AND IT WAS SNOWING!!!!

It was covering the grass…

and my car! I was so happy!! At last, at last!! Snow!! Heeeee!

Of course It was gone by morning and the grass was as thick and green as the fake stuff at the soccer field. No one even believed me when I told them that it really did snow.

But I have a witness.

This dude saw it too.

So HA!

 

 

 

 

Hobbes Is Perplexed

“Dali is here one moment…

and disappears behind the curtain the next.

What are those tiny, squeeky sounds coming from the closet?! I’m gonna wait right here and see.

And now she’s back! Something fishy is going on here!

That’s it!! I’m telling on you.

“MOMMMMMM!”

Ohhh Hobbes.

 

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. He has been a very different guy.

I’D like to growl at a few people right now.  I have no earthly idea what they did to this guy, but it wasn’t good and it makes me sooooo mad. I actually had to pay to get him out of prison. How VERY DARE they torture my friendly cat and return him to me so sad and damaged?!!

I’m sure I’ll calm down at some point, but for now I believe I will call the Mayor. Don’t worry–he’s my neighbor. I’d like to file a complaint.

Mean people should never be in charge of frightened animals.

Rant over….

or possibly just paused.

We’ll see.

Grrrr.

Pretty Quiet These Days

People keep asking…

“How’s it going, without Rhen there?”

I always say, “Oh, it’s fine. I’m good.

I just talk to the cats.”

That is…if they’d wake up.

Sheesh.