Caught in a flooftrap:
You gotta be careful of floofs. Theyāre proximity triggered.
He looks like an old sage.
She.
Miss Fwiff has an incredibly low startle response, just like a Buddhist monk.
Like, low for a human.
My little guy is a scaredy cat. He jumps and runs at the front door opening when heās on the other side of the house. Or if you turn 180 degrees he dashes off. I think he may be stalking people at all times.
For ten minutes I tried to get him to stop barking at the other dog in the mirrorā¦ He finally gave upā¦
This isnāt a great photo, but I am trying to make friends with this guy:
He is not neutered, and is living in the abandoned barn behind the house, I think. He has a scratch on his nose, but he did let me give him a couple of treats, so I donāt think he was abused by people. You canāt see very well, but one of his eyes is blue and the other is yellow, so Iām calling him Major Tom. Heās either a very small cat, or maybe heās just really young.
If I can make friends with him, Iāll take him to the vet for shots and stuff. And, if I make really good friends with him, maybe he will stay with us. He and Manny Pearl were hanging around together in the yard, so thatās a good sign, I think.
Well, that didnāt take long. Dude is hungry.
The front door is open because the weather is amazing, and he followed Manny Pearl inside. So, I gave him some food, which he scarfed down.
The other kitties are not impressed, but there was no fighting, just some warning vocalizations.
What a handsome boy.
You got a new kitty for sure. A good looking one too.
After eating he went up the stairs, which some of the other kitties didnāt appreciate. Jealous. There there was some hissing, and he ran back out. Iām hoping he comes back to see if there is more food.
Hissing from the elderly lady kitty does not stop the ginger cat who visits regularly for kibble.
Yeah, Sylvia is the old lady of the bunch, and sheās always had a bit of a difficult personality. I think Major Tom was exploring one of her napping spots.
A ringer for my dogās father.
Tennis balls are central to my dogās life, too.
No pets allowed for me* but this is a delightfully derpy doggo.
*Screw you, Aussie landlords.