Thursday tidbits

Priscilla's latest method to attempt getting into the house through the back door was to lock both paws/claws into the screen and pull it open. See, she knows the door is old, and if you open it just so much, it will close slowly until it snaps shut, giving her just enough time to squeeze in. I unhooked her paws gently from the door, but came back later to see her working on a hole at the bottom of the screen. Determined genius!

Jimi, the (also psychotic) husky, has been known for his escape artistry....eating holes in fences, even moving a stack of bricks, one by one, that were against an old fence-door at our old house. This summer, our blackberry bush is bursting with fruition. I've been out to pick the berries about every other day. Sometimes there are a few that are so ripe they come apart in my fingertips before I have the chance to completely pick them, so I let them fall onto the ground. Jimi has taken to sleeping by the fence and under the overhang of vines. Mom came out one day to see he had some pink and purple spots all over. She asked him, "What's with you?" and suddenly realized he had been laying in the rotten berries. Now we call him the clown :).

As I type this post, Patch is teasing Tianni in the living room. He likes to stalk her then plop down next to her; tilting his head and trying to act innocent as his tail flops up & down. Mom has composed a jingle for him. It goes: "Patch-a-rini-elli-istic, the only elli-istic cat there is!"

Realized today yet again as I was petting Tianni that she has eyelashes. Maybe they are a bit longer than what I usually see on a cat. If I'm laying on the bed and she comes into the room, she'll hop over and curl up under my arm. She loves underarms, and I have to constantly keep her from butting her head into them :).

Sometimes we like to wait awhile with food while Skye starts meowing enthusiastically. She has such a sweet little meow and we like to hear it!

Neko's favorite place is on the hamper these days. If I open my room, though, he'll dart right in. He'll start nursing on the blanket as I talk to him about memories of when he was "just a little bun!" He grew up on my bed pretty much. As I did my chemistry homework, he'd attack the calculator and chew on the corners of my papers.

Frosty still won't let us pet him these days but, gradually, his once suspicious stare has softened into a look of conditional trust. It seems to say, "I know now you won't force pet me, you'll just let me be, so here I'll stay!"

Time for me to hit the sack. I may get a full night's sleep since Neko is not here tonight. He snores so loudly that, even with earplugs, I can't get shuteye! On my days off I let him wake me up whenever he wants, but on some nights, I just like to get sleep, hehe...sometimes he doesn't want to come in at night, but other times he'll sleep on my brother's bed or even the back of the living room couch. Thus, he has options :). Imagine if I came to work, telling them I was tired because my cat kept me up with his snoring, lol!

Patch reminds mom of another adoptee cat we had that passed away when we lived at our previous house, "Betsy." How old she was, no one really knew. Our landlord said she'd been there since two other renters. So now Patch has the nickname "Betsy face :)." It's his green eyes that are very reminiscent of hers :D....