Scratcher of heads, rubber of bellies
Trixie is the smallest cat we’ve ever had, our recalcitrant eater clocked in at 8 pounds today. We once got her as high as 8.7 pounds but that required more than the normal feedings, she’d prefer to graze throughout the day but we can’t leave food out as other members of the household don’t need so much convincing to eat.
Your young sister will discover her hero is in the deepest of sleeps and snuggle up face-to-face as she prefers, but you do not.
I knew the cats would explore the top of the kitchen cabinets but my money was on Boo being the first to reach those heights. Not only was Trixie first, she’s made a repeat visit.
I know they checked for termites, did they check for cats?
Coming from Oregon I have a handful of raincoats I use for different purposes. They’ve mostly been sitting idle since we moved to Arizona although I do stuff one in my backpack if there’s a chance of rain. One morning I took the raincoat out since it was going to be dry all day but I returned to find it had been put to use after all.
During the day Sam, like a flower, moves to follow the sun and sleep within its warmth. Trixie, like a Trixie, moves to follow her beloved Samwise.
Trixie is pretty good about keeping her claws retracted when she plays, the thing you have to worry about is when she’s snuggling all up in your face, if she’s excited she finds it hard to resist nipping your nose.
She’s her own girl, our little Squeaks.
My wife (unseen in the chair) wears a cat hat, courtesy of Trixie who sometimes likes to press her body against your head and neck. Not too comfortable for us but it sure is adorable.
There’s a story here but I’m not quite sure what it is. Trixie likes laying and playing on the crinkle bag so I’m guessing she was playing with one of her shoestrings and fell asleep with the crinkle bag on top of her.
Boolie 