The Cat

Megan and Denis have a "tortoise shell" cat named Toffee.  She is largely a scaredy-cat in new situations, so on moving day, she was locked into one room while the movers worked.  Then she was snared and put into her carrier for the short ride to her new home.  Once released, she hid for awhile, but it didn't take long before she started to explore.  But her life changed.  She found her food and she found her litter box, but she wasn't sure where to go for snuggling and petting because everyone was too busy to worry about a cat!  New routines are being established.  I'm sure she must miss me now because I was giving her canned cat food and cat treats on a regular basis.  She has discovered, however, that there is a whole new world just outside the patio sliding glass door.  Poor Toffee has bonked her head on the glass door several times when a ground squirrel got nose-to-nose with her with the glass to interfere.

Toffee also has a new cat tree.  It's a carpeted and sissal'ed place for her to scratch and climb as the spirit moves her.  She often climbs up the carpeted pole solely with her claws as her method, then thrusts herself over the top to the curved landing spot.  Ninja cat!

When everything begins to settle down there, Meg and Den will find time to sit on the couch and watch TV, making a warm spot for Toffee to find a snuggle spot on their laps.  In the meantime, she has decided that sleeping on Meg's computer chair is her comfort spot.  (One morning, she left a lovely little hairball on the chair for Meg.  Nice!)

I'm sure Toffee will miss me.  We had a bond.  I was always up earlier than everyone else and gave her treats...petted her while she rolled and stretched...and waited for me to do whatever it was that I was going to do.  Sometimes she attacked my legs if I wasn't doing just the right thing...all in fun.

Please do not misunderstand.  As much as I love that cat's furry little butt, I have NO desire to own one. If I had a pet, I could not have spent a month at Meg's.  I'm retired and unattached.  That means I can do what I want when I want.  With critters comes responsibility.  As my granddaughter would say, "I'm good."