StrangeRanger

Waiting

It seems that cats spend a decent amount of time waiting.  Waiting to go out, to come in, for food, for water, for attention.  It also seems that some are better at waiting than others. 

 

Maddie and I have a lovely routine.  In the mornings, when I'm home and not running off to work, I sit on the living-room floor with her and give her a good brushing.  She loves it, I love it, all is good.  Save when I'm late.  This is the look I get:

And if I don't get my rear in gear, the meowing starts.  And this is a persistent cat.  She could filibuster like no senator in the land.  Good thing I'm a soft touch.  The cat gets brushed, we bond, and are both quite happy.

Guarding her Territory

Maddie has always been a very territorial beast.  She responds to encroachments with fury.  Just ask Ivy. Or KittyKitty.  We really don't know what inspires her protective instincts at times.  This past week it was the two boxes of new sneakers we bought.

 

I'ma guard these shoes.  These precious shoes that LadyRanger bought.  I'ma guard 'em.

And then, the same thing with my new shoes.

Nosiree!  No other cats are gonna guard these shoes.  I'ma guard 'em.  Me! 

Let's see....no enemies to the east!

No enemies to the west!

I'ma guard these shoes........

And, I hear you asking, what enemy could possibly have threatened our shoes so?

FEATHERS!  WE MEET AGAIN, MY OLD NEMESIS!

Look at the paws on this cat.  Like if you put razor blades in a furry boxing glove.

And cat-fu prevails.   The shoes are safe.  Now, if only we could get them out from under the cat and wear them.

Yeah.  That's not gonna happen.

And thus we go barefoot.

Just a quick pic...

...of Maddie looking quite majestic.

What a beauty!

I might have more to say next week.  Maybe.  And more Maddie pics, of course!