Category: Friday Cat Blogging

But the cat came back, the very next day, oh the cat came back, you know they thought he was a goner, but the cat came back, he just wouldn’t stay away…..

a song I learned at camp in sixth grade

 

We got some bad news while on our recent family trip to New York City. Our neighbor called and let us know that a dead cat, fitting the description of our orange cat Spaz, had been found alongside a nearby road in our neighborhood. Spaz is about four years old, he’s the kitten we kept when Kitty gave us that gift, and it wouldn’t be the first time Spaz has been hit by a car. I was just glad it happened while I was with the whole family in New York, giving me a solid alibi (I’m not known as the family cat lover).

My wife and I decided not to tell the kids, no point in ruining out trip. It would wait until the next day, on our way home. So we kept the sad secret. We were all the way back to Virginia when we stopped for a last meal of the trip, knowing our kitchen at home was pretty bare. And when we finished eating, we broke the news to the kids, knowing their would be grieving neighbors waiting at home and we couldn’t keep them in the dark any longer. As you might expect, there were tears and long faces, and it was a pretty quiet drive home, as the song ‘Bad Day’ played on the radio.

So it was with some surprise, as we pulled into our driveway, that my wife said, “Hey, there’s Spaz”, and sure enough, there as Spaz coming off the front porch just as we would have expected had nothing else every come up.

We confirmed it wasn’t Spaz’s ghost, and there’s no nearby Pet Sematary that we’re aware of. We thanked the neighbor who had gone to the trouble of taking ‘someones’ dead cat to the shelter to be cremated, and there was much relief and rejoicing. Welcome back to the family Spaz, we’re glad you’re still with us.

Sadly, our hot tub remains in dry dock during our renovation. But Spaz has found a good use for it.

I want this car. I need this car.

I wonder if I can rent it?

with thanks to TJ for sharing

Our tree skirt is in high demand among the household cats. But our oldest one, Figaro the black cat, has laid the firmest claim to the primo holiday cat bed.

It’s almost 1:30 am on Saturday morning, and Spaz and I both realized we’ve missed out on Friday Cat Blogging this week. Better late than never I guess. Here’s some Saturday Tree Blogging instead.

It’s 28 degrees outside, and that makes the cats nuts. They want out, they need in, they want back out. Upon re-entry this morngin, Kitty headed straight up to Will’s room and one of her favorite spots in the house, his chair next to the heat register.

Daughter on floor, two cats in her bed. Something is not right here.

Figaro, the senior of our three cats, wouldn’t dream of crawling through the same screen hole the other cats use. Figaro wants the door opened for her.

While waiting for someone to open the door and let him out, Spaz keeps his tail cool on the floor register.

Kiddo lives the life of a country cat in Glasford, Illinois with my in-laws. Her sister Figaro lives with us. We recently visited, but as this photo shows, Kiddo was quickly bored with us.