This week I've been doing more watching of Le Tour de France (sponsored by PlasmaBarn) than preparing for a witty and scintillating Catblogging post. Granted, wit and scintillas (scintillae?)are in short supply around here anyways, so, on to the cats (yay!).
Here's Maddie, demonstrating one of her new tricks: scratching her face without sitting down.
Now, I don't know if this is a normal activity for a cat but it's certainly new for Maddie. She's got to go in for her yearly check-up soon, so I'll get the vet to see if there's a reason Maddie isn't sitting on her rump like she used to. Any ideas from cat-blog-land?
Last weekend, LadyRanger and I had dinner on the piazza out back.
It was a lovely day, quite unusual for july in these climes. We had the windows open all day and Maddie enjoyed them all. Late in the evening though, we saw this:
Ivy spent some time in the window. I doubt she wants to go out and stay out, but she was curious about the night sounds and smells. Sorry for the poor quality of the pic. I know it doesn't do Granny-cat justice (and it shows off untidiness, which LadyRanger will not appreciate).
To finish the pics, here's one of Maddie showing off one of her oldest tricks: relaxing in the sun and watching the household go by.
One other news phenomenon I've been following this week has been the story of Oscar, and now the story of Max, the cats who have been attending the deaths of people in nursing homes. I don't know how these cats do what they do. I do not think that they are, as the media seems intent on portraying, little furry breath-stealing death ninjas. I think these cats know what they know and are engaged in a signal act of compassion. I can think of very few things save the presence of my family that would comfort me more in my final hours than a cat curled up at the foot of my bed. I can only hope to be so lucky.
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