Saturday

Today, Skye slept all day since she stayed out all night. When I got home from work, Priscilla begged me to let her in, so I did. A short time later my sis, mom and I were eating dinner in the living room when we heard a strange crackling noise coming from the kitchen. It was Priscilla tearing into a garbage bag hanging from the cupboard by the sink. She must be taking tips from the local raccoons :).

Poor Neko was minding his own business, just getting his little-big self a bite to eat, while Tianni glared at him from the chair above his dish. For no reason, she growled and swatted at him! Neko just backed away and looked at her; dumbfounded. Mom sometimes calls her the "old bag" and this is why. She either gets grumpy around the younger cats in the household or plays with them and acts like a kitten herself. We also call her the "nag," because she'll often follow us around with a whiny meow, even if she's not hungry. Tianni has issues...maybe psychological damage from when she was abandoned by her previous owners :(. We've given her all the love and comfort we possibly can over the years, but...when she grooms herself, she can be seen biting/pulling tufts of fur from her forearms which are patchy and bald!

Skye is the beggar of the bunch. The instant you sit down with a bowl of anything, or are holding something in the kitchen or cooking, she's right there. She'll crawl up to you once you sit down and sniff the air obsessively. The other cats are interested, but not nearly as forward as she! Could just picture her with a little beggar's coat and hat. Hehe...lil' Hobo Skye :). Last night, in my mom's dimly lit room, it could be seen that her fur really does shimmer as if silver, especially on her nose and paws/arms. One afternoon some time back, I made a vegetable stew with mock chicken broth. Turned out rather tasty, must say...finished a bowl and I went to another room for a couple minutes. Came back to find Skye with her paws on the table, face in the bowl and ears back as she was trying to get every last drop :D!

Frosty is the leader and the outlaw of the three littermates, the one who, to this day, will not let anyone pet him. He kind of looks out for the other two; always has. Each night before bed, he'll do his rounds: into the living room cautiously, the hallway and then our bedrooms...after which he'll retire, but only after his survey of the house. During the day, he naps on Jimi's dog bed with a "my job is hard, I need rest," look :).

Oddly, Jimi didn't bark until days after he came to live at our house. When upset over firecrackers and other loud noises, he'll shift from paw to paw nervously and wag his tail, letting out a whine alternating with a deep moan. He looks like he is getting ready for takeoff and sounds like one of the Bee Gees! One fourth of July, he napped in the garage. Mom put the radio on for him to muffle the fireworks...a calming smooth soul and jazz station. While watching Jimi sleep, a Lionel Ritchie song came on; the one that goes, "I'm eeeeasy...whoah, whoah...easy like Sunday mornin'!"

One time, Jimi was dozing on the kitchen floor while my mom and I were making dinner. My brother Dan came into the room and started recounting some misfortune he'd encountered that day. All of the sudden, Jimi let out a long, deep, irritated sigh....