A Smashed Peep (and some other stuff)

I ran away for a long lunch Thursday. Basking in the sunshine and walking the bike path at a favorite park felt like the epitome of freedom. Everything is COVID closed but you can still walk and drive around the lake.

This car turned my head.

And I went back for a closer look at these Peep bunnies, clearly run over by something. That’s not something you see every day and I liked the pink against the asphalt!

It was gorgeous out so I was sad to go home and resume working. But opening the window in the room where I work to let Scout enjoy the fresh air made the afternoon pass quickly. This picture was taken before the window was open but you get the idea.

He was a happy boy and I was thrilled for the fresh breeze and chatter of birds nearby.

My world has become very small and familiar. While this isn’t ideal, it is sort of fun to look more closely at your surroundings and seek out the details you might not ordinarily appreciate or even notice as close as your own home. Take a look around. You never know what you might find.

Embrace A Black Cat

It’s Friday the 13th! Are you superstitious?

Since black cats are often a symbol of bad luck, I want to take a minute to advocate for them. Not only is my little Scout not bad luck, I consider him my lucky charm.

I wonder sometimes what might have happened to him given how cruel people can be to black animals. Black animals are often the last to be adopted in shelters and at higher risk of abuse.

If you have a chance to adopt a black kitty, I hope you’ll do it. All animals deserve a good life.

Jump. Don’t Climb

Scout loves to jump. Climbing is good but jumping is better. And like most cats, he always wants to be at the highest point in any room.

He recently found his way to the bookcases in my bedroom.

The route? Jump from the night stand to the top suitcase. Hold on tight, balancing carefully as the suitcase shakes and threatens to fall. Then nonchalantly step over to the top shelf where he can balance atop books and radios galore.

Super, right? I can’t wait till he starts knocking things down from here. . .

Camping In The Kitchen

Scout has a darn good life but he’s been experiencing some anxiety whenever I leave home. An act as simple as running out to the compost bin is worrisome to him. Leaving for work is a traumatic event every single day.

This is a relatively new development, along with a handful of other behaviors that I hope are just part of a phase – like the terrible twos.

I’m trying to help him through this phase as much as possible. Part of that simply means keeping him entertained with active playtime, lots of toys and plenty of windows to sit in and watch birds.

My home currently looks like a bunch of cats had a frat party – there are toys everywhere.

A pal from work gave him a new favorite toy for Christmas – a tent that’s just his size. Technically, it was from Ben’s cat Casper but someone had to deliver the package!

Scout loves his tent and always keeps it stocked with mousies and jingley bells. It’s great for play, for naps and for hanging out while I cook.

And while he drags his shark tunnel all over the house, the tent isn’t allowed to leave the kitchen. Don’t ask. That’s just where it lives and it’s non negotiable.

While it’s a little annoying walking around all his stuff, who could say no to this little face?

Then and Now

When Scout found me alone in the street, with no kitty cat to brighten my home, this is what he looked like.

He was under two pounds with a cruddy eye and some fleas. He was also a persistent, irresistible little soul who was determined to have a good home.

Here he is now!

Isn’t he a beautiful boy? He’s all grown up, sleek and shiny. He’s my little panther boy and ready to help with laundry!

In fact, laundry day is the best because that means we put clean sheets on the bed. And when I say “we,” I mean I put clean sheets on the bed and he wallows around until it looks like this.

I hope you are as happy today as a spoiled rescued cat with a pile of clean sheets! And if you’ve never rescued an animal, it’s the best feeling in the world. Go find a little lost soul who needs a home. You may just save a life!

It Survived

In case you’ve been wondering, the tree survived the holidays. Scout made no effort to climb or get inside the tree at all. He did try to eat the darn thing, a quirky little habit that I still can’t explain.

Perhaps next year the tree can return to the living room rather than be banished to my home gym where a closed door could protect it while he’s home alone.

Note the absence of bows on all the packages. He’s a good boy but not good enough to resist a shiny bow!