Scratcher of heads, rubber of bellies
We bought pink mouse way back when Scout was a kitten but it was Emma and now Trixie who really loved it and played with it in similar fashion. In the dark of night you can hear muffled mews as she carries it about, come morning her friend will be lying somewhere new.
📷: Nikon Z 7II | Nikon 24-70 f/4
🗓️: July 22, 2022
In 2013 we adopted Boo, described as “a shy sweetie who’s feeling overwhelmed at the shelter and very much hopes to be part of a warm, loving home once again … the transition to the unfamiliarity of shelter life has been emotionally rough … he will require a period of transition in his new home if he is to blossom into his former self”. He shook in fear when we met him and I knew I’d need a quiet and unobtrusive camera to avoid further stressing the little fellow. I picked up the Canon M as they were having a fire sale, practically giving away the camera with their delightful pancake lens.
I read Canon recently discontinued the M mount, the M was my last Canon but I will always have a soft spot for it. As for Boo, his introduction was our longest at about a month as we slowly integrated him into the family and we worked on building up his confidence and getting Emma to accept him. I have lots of photographs along the way thanks to the little M. He’s been curled up tight beside me all day, as he often is, I’m so thankful we were able to give the terrified fellow a happy home.
📷: Canon M | Canon 22mm
Date: July 8, 2013
Years of effort paid off as Sam finally chewed one end of the banana cat toy open, spilling catnip all over the carpet. As a younger cat he would have rolled around in it but at fourteen he was content to just bask in the glory of a job well done.
Sam has slowed down a bit in his 13th year. He still loves sleeping atop the cat tree but now he hops onto each level instead of jumping to the top in one fell swoop. He still grouses at me when I get home from work or a hike if I take too long to get settled, as he loves to jump into my lap and purr to beat the band.
One change over the past year, and I don’t know if it’s related to Ellie’s death or a coincidence of timing, is that when he first climbs aboard he likes to hang out as high on my body as he can, even up by my face if I’m reclining, before eventually going back to my lap or legs when he wants to fall asleep. As a youngster he considered that Scout’s space, and since he adored her he let her have her spot (she would have demanded it even if he didn’t). Perhaps now that all of the pets he grew up with are gone he’s feeling a little insecure, or he’s claiming it as his rightful space as the oldest, or maybe it’s just a change with age.
Sometimes he snuggles up behind my head but that’s usually when Trixie, who worships him as he did Scout, smushes her face into his when he’s not in the mood.
Boo says only fools chase gold at the end of rainbows, the real treasure is the catnip stuffed inside.
Less than a week after her adoption in 2007, Emma shoves one of her toy mice under the door. She’d reach under to try to get them back but often they’d end up out of reach. When we moved and emptied the house I think we finally found all the remaining ones that had been shoved into the most obscure places, but I like to think at least one remains, a little reminder of a sweet black cat for whom this house was home.
It may technically still be spring but it has long felt like summer to someone who didn’t grow up in the desert, including one sleepy orange tabby.
Samwise wants to know why mornings come so early. Me too Sammy! Seems unnecessary!
From 2007, new arrivals Sam and Emma play in the guest bedroom while in isolation from Scout. I spent most of their introductory period with Scout since we were so tightly bonded but I’d relieve my wife at times and keep the youngsters company.
Boo was in a playful mood after each of my three hikes this weekend so we played until he tired, my apologies to this banana cat toy that got the thrashing of its life. He’s an introspective little fellow so it delights me to also see him play with such reckless abandon.
Boolie 