Hey, so we have six cats. If you ever wondered what they all look like, Emma actually got all six of them to sit still and look in roughly the right direction for #internationalcatday. Four of the six were rescues, living feral, when we took them in. The other two were a friend’s cats we took in when she had to move and couldn’t keep them. Ginger, O’Reilly and Scarlett are about 17. Nick is under five, we think, and Sam and Winter are brothers born approximately September/October 2016. Ginger is deaf, Scarlett is blind, and O’Reilly is and always has been chronically clumsy. Nick could do with losing a bunch of weight, Winter probably could too, but right now, they’re enjoying food security for the first time ever, so, y’know. Also, Mum keeps overfeeding them despite us trying to explain to her what portion sizes should be, and she’s the one up at 5am, so we can’t intervene when she dumps a whole can in their bowls.
We moved Fancy’s tower to in front of the window. She loves it!
Don’t worry, she gets lots of time outside the crate, and the cage itself is really big. I could probably fit into it, if I were on my knees.
But we go give her a half-hour of play every couple of hours, and check her litter and food and water.
She played so hard today that she cracked open the scab on her shoulder. She likes to run at her target and then – I am pretty sure it’s on purpose – wipe out on the smooth tile floor and crash into it. It’s adorable, and she seems to enjoy roughhousing a little.
Fancy is getting bigger and stronger every day. Already her backbone is less prominent and her hipbones stick out less. She weighs more. She jumps higher. And despite being a tough little cookie, she still loves being wrapped up in the softest blanket we have and getting cuddled, talking back and forth until she falls asleep.
knitting in the dark 