StrangeRanger

A Close Encounter

Daisy had a close encounter last night! Our neighbor cat Puddin' hopped up on the outside of the dining room window. (warning, this is an awful picture but it's the best I got)

Daisy seemed quite interested in making Puddin's acquaintance.  Daisy has always been the soul of eager curiosity when meeting other cats.  Most of the time (we're looking at you, Tabby) she's been rebuffed.  Not sure how Puddin' would do.  A couple of panes of glass prevented us from finding out last night.

On a different note, as Daisy matures, and she's nearing her 2nd birthday, she is displaying more mature cat behavior.  She's less bitey, and when she bites it's a more appropriate level of force.  She's letting us sleep past her regular breakfast time, secure in the knowledge that she will not go hungry.  She's enjoying boxes.

And she needs a bigger box!  My, how she's grown!

Lounging

We like to Netflix and chill at our house.  Daisy often comes in and drapes herself across my legs and watches with us.  Sometimes, though, when the movie is not of sufficiently high quality, she takes refuge under the couch.

Sometimes the movie is really bad (and we have watched some dogs) and Daisy expresses her feelings fully and we're treated to this view:

Yep the southern end of a north facing cat.

When this happens we simply abandon the current flick and put on something more conducive to feline happiness.

Master and Commander?  Okay!  This I will watch.  Again!

Honestly.  She's like a little kid.

Daisy did get a bit pugnacious the other day.  We had an exterior visitor.  I managed to get a bad zoomed-in pic of him through the window.

Daisy was all in favor of defending her home from this invasion!

Let me at him!  This aggression shall not stand!  I will mess him all kinds of up!  I'll take him down like some measly little bat!!!!

Fortunately, the bird decided that discretion was the better part of valor and fled.

And that's the week.

we hope you all have a good 'un.

 

It is a gray and dreary day...

...thus, I take the easy way out and present for your approval some vintage pics.

Here's Maddie, being a good example:

And Ivy, ditto:

And Daisy, ditto. 

Hard to stay awake with all this relaxation going on.  

Violent Tendencies

Daisy is a cat and therefore a predator.  We expect a certain amount of predation.  Can't really argue with a creature doing what Nature intended it to do.  Sometimes, though, Daisy's choice of targets seems, well....,  odd.

Her response, when confronted with the stark evidence of her misdeeds?

Ehh, it needed killin'....

Nonchalance, personified.

She does have a sweet, contemplative side, too.  Here she is enjoying the sun in our bedroom window.  

You can even see my favorite whisker!   It's the one on the right of the pic, with the big swoop upwards!  

I know..."favorite whisker"...I'm a mess.

Have a good week!