Catventure

Me and my neurotic, jumpy, stubborn 12-year-old cat had to move out of my home for almost 8 days while hardwood floors were installed. Where'd we go? My parents' house! When we arrived my mom requested that the cat not spend any time in their living room, and especially not on their living room couches. I wasn't sure how to explain that I couldn't control my cat when I wasn't there - and I wasn't there a lot. One afternoon when I was at work, I got the following photo from my mom:

There she is...Ms. Percy...looking so comfy on the forbidden couch. Allegedly she hissed at my dad when he tried to move her. Ooops. I didn't say she had manners. Eight days later, she howled all the way home and looked and acted very confused when she stepped into my place. I am starting to get used the click click of her nails on the hard wood. And I am definitely getting used to the hard wood.

What's New, Pussycat?

Last weekend I went with my friend to the wonderful Lange Foundation so she could adopt a cat. I have a soft spot for the Lange Foundation because that's where I found my cat, almost 11 years ago now. 

Harold jumps into Katie's arms.

Marshmellow

Perhaps bear up for adoption, too?

There are so many cuties on display and they all need good homes. I met a few pals myself...

This dude immediately jumped into my lap and hissed at any other cat who wandered by.

This wise one sat quietly behind me. He must have weighed at least 25 pounds.

Katie ended up adopting a handsome grey fellow named Freddie. What a cool cat! I hear they are settling in nicely, despite Freddie being able to open the bathroom door.

And here is a recent pic of my blue-eyed beauty, Percy. Pound kitties rule! Go adopt yours next weekend.

Love, Crazy Cat Lady...