T.G.I.F.

Since we had a holiday on Wednesday, the week went by quick. But it was very busy. I’m glad the weekend has arrived. And now, we all can chill. On the other hand, Chewbacca looked at me like: “What??? It’s already Friday, again? Daddy will work in the kitchen. And he will make too many noises sanding the cabinets. Oh boy, there goes my weekend!” πŸ˜€

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“What are you saying? It’s already Friday, again?”

Our House Tigers: Joshua & Chewbacca

I’ll let the photos speak for themselves. They were done between January and August 2016.

Our New “Cat Jail” ;)

My cats always had the freedom to go outdoors. And they really enjoyed it. But Joshua has the tendency to run at large. Therefore we had to pick him up from the shelter twice, since we adopted him five years ago. Well, I still rather do that than find out he became a bobcat or coyote snack. Monday evening, Sara and I witnessed when he almost got run over by a car. Thank goodness, the driver had good reaction and Joshua could leap out of the way in time. But I had enough. I talked to Kevin and insisted we need a catio, the very same night. A catio is a cat cage for the patio or backyard. Yep, I always thought people with a catio are crazy. Now, I’m one of the crazy cat people myself. πŸ˜‰

Thursday afternoon the catio arrived. And today, Kevin spent a couple of hours to put it together this afternoon. Surprisingly, Joshua stayed in the backyard. He was curious what Daddy is building on the patio. Chewbacca was nowhere seen for a couple of hours. Once the cage was ready, we put Joshua in it to check it out. He did not like it at first. And he probably still don’t like it. But when Chewbacca came around to check this new box-like thingy out, Joshua calmed down. He began to enjoy the last rays of the afternoon Sun. Chewbacca wasn’t so sure about this new place either. But he liked the fact, he can watch “Cat Food Network” in the great outdoors, instead from behind the patio door. So all is good for him. Time will tell, if this was a good investment.

Chewbacca & Sandy

Sandy came down to the critter feeder, after I refilled it with tried corn, peanuts, sunflower seeds and other goodies. She kept munching away her little seeds, when Chewbacca got her attention. He sat on the porch and watched her for a little bit. Sandy looked at Chewie and froze for a moment: “Oh no! This crazy feline sits there and watches me from the porch, again.” Chewbacca went over to the tree and sharpened his claws on the bark. Sandy jumped further up in the crown of the tree and chattered at him. She was not happy at all and gave Chewie the third degree. Chewie decided to leave Sandy alone, when Joshua jumped over the fence back into the yard. It was more fun to roll around with his buddy in the grass, than getting into it with a feisty squirrel anyway. Yes, Mommy (me) said though. πŸ˜‰

Luis & Chewbacca

The weather is perfect to sit in the backyard. When I opened the patio door to walk out, two furry heads peeked up from the couch. Luis and Chewbacca looked at me: “Can we come outside with you?” “Of course, you can play outside. Come on, let’s go!”, I replied to them. Off they hopped from the couch. Luis ran out first, and Chewbacca followed right behind him. Luis rolled around in the “dead” grass, while Chewbacca watched a leaf falls to the ground. The rays of the Autumn sun makes them both feel good.

Chewbacca chases a grasshopper in the Autumn foliage, while Luis “talks” to his buddy two fences down across the alley. After the grasshopper escaped from the cat, Chewbacca comes back to rub his fur against Luis: “Hey, what were you two talking about?” “The usual conversation: sleep, eat, poop, chasing a wabbit … He ate his owner’s shoe this morning”, Luis replies. “Dogs are weird!” Chewbacca noticed. Luis looks at Chewbacca: “Hahaha! Says the one, who sits on top of the roof and licks his butt for the whole neighborhood to watch it!” “You do, too!!!” “Yeah, but not on top of the roof, buddy.” … Yeah, they are really an odd couple. But as their Momma, I wouldn’t want it any other way. πŸ˜‰