CATS ON TUESDAY

CATS ON TUESDAY

Since November I complain about rain and too warm weather, the daffodils came already out !
And now in February, the Russian weathercat has send us temperatures we are not used to at all ! Since a week we turn around - 11 °C (12 F) or even less. I had to undertake some changements in my cat family's life, and closed the kitchen door !

The cat flap is in the garage, leads to the steps and to the slightly open kitchen door. While Arthur, Rosie and Pookie didn't mind and used the litterbox in the kitchen in case of emergency, Kim was traumatized. For her when the kitchen door is closed, it means we want to catch her either to take her to the vet or to the groomer. She has a memory like an elephant ! So she disappeared for two days and left us worrying about her in this cold. I know she often sleeps in a carton in the garage during cold nights so I put her food besides it. The garage is not heated, but doesn't go below 0°C (32 F) but still. We looked everywhere for her but didn't see her around the house ! Mr. G. already thought he would find a stiff frozen Kim, dead laying under a bush ! Poor man.



Finally I saw her in the garage in the evening and I managed to push her inside the kitchen. At least she spend the night on Mr. G's bed.



He was a very tired, and overworked doorman, each cat wanting to go out and come in at different times, and as he was not happy without his darlings inside in the warmth of the house he opened the door nearly all 5 min, calling the cat who was outside and swearing when nobody showed up and made me mad ! Retired men have to find an occupation.



The cold weather had a refreshing influence on Arthur who rediscovered his childhood years and played with an earstick he had digged out from somewhere !



While I made my bed, Rosie and Arthur had noticed that it snowed, so



I let them out and they chased each other and played in the yard !



Then Rosie went to her usual outdoor litter box which is the graveyard of our departed pets. Apparently cats have another way to grieve than humans.



Arthur loved the white carpet because it was much easier to dig a little hole than in grass. This important task done, he ran like flash inside to warm up his cold botty on the radiator.



Rosie sat outside for a while and looked for mousies, but without any success.



Pookie didn't care about the temperatures ! warm, cold, rain or snow, she eats and sleeps and watches over Mr. G. She doesn't like to go out.

Please don't forget to visit each other !