When I refill the bird feeders, our felines love to watch and see, if there are any feathered friends visiting our yard outside. Once the birds show up, it is “Cat Food Network”. I love it, when our cats speak the bird’s and critters language. It is so adorable. Today, Ozzy sat by the patio door and chattered with the House Sparrows and the Blue Jays.
This week was tough on all of us. First Lexi had to be euthanized due to sickness and old age. And then we were adopting a new dog, due to an over-flown shelter. Ozzy had to get used to let one friend go and then become friends with a new furbaby, that has even more powerful gas, than he could ever produce. It got the best out of a young, very energetic cat like Ozzy. Mr. Ozzy “Meatball” Chester found his master, a female pup. So it is time for long naps on the ottoman.
This week was very busy. First we’ve got our hearts broken, because we had to let Lexi cross the rainbow bridge on Tuesday. Then I found out, that our local shelter is over-flown with dogs and cats, and they call this situation “CODE RED”. Last night, I talked to Kevin, if we are ready for another dog. The shelter needs relieve by adopting those sweet pups and kittens. Kevin agreed, we could take another furbaby in.
This morning, Kevin, Katelynn, Sara, Luis and I went to the shelter as soon as it opened. After a Meet & Greet, we decided we give Leti, which is now Zoey, a shot. We were told, she doesn’t like small dogs and no cats. I heard that before, and was determined that my pets all get along with each other. And sure enough, as soon as Zoey entered our house, Joshua waited patiently at the door (he’s cool with the ladies), Chewbacca watched her from a higher level in the dining area, and Ozzy’s back hair was standing up. But Ozzy wanted to play as a kitten. After a couple of swipes and nips, Ozzy and Zoey got along with each other. They chased one another in the house and played tag. After a nice walk, the dogs are tired and sleep in the frontroom.
Zoey, the Labrabull (Labrador/Pitbull-Mix)
Today, Ozzy is with us for three weeks now. He’s such a little “fur tumble”. Everything has to be checked out and becomes a toy. Sara took the cat tunnel in her room, and Ozzy went to town with it. She said: “Finally we have a cat that makes use out of that toy.” Card board boxes and wicker baskets are also a favorite place to hide and play. Ozzy startled Joshua and Chewbacca several times, when the two older cats walked by, and he jumped out of the box.
Joshua finally gave up being a diva. Him and Ozzy play, eat and sleep together most of the times. Joshua has to adjust when there is a new family member coming into the house, every time. As he gets older, the longer it seems to take for him to get along with a new fur ball. When he was younger, it took him only days. Now, it takes him a couple of weeks. But we have to respect his space.
Wow! This week was big for lil’ Ozzy. Joshua and him became closer friends. And Ozzy finally got neutered on Wednesday. After we brought him back home in the afternoon, Josh’ was the one waiting for him at the door. But it didn’t take long, until both cats were their old selves, again. Ozzy: “Let’s play catch! TAP! You’re it!” Joshua: “Dangit, leave me alone little @#$%!” 😹
Our kitty, Ozzy, has been with us for one week now. He plays with Sara, and the other pets; he nose-kissed Joshua on July 4th (Joshua is still not 100 percent sure, what to think of Ozzy. But he seems to tolerate Ozzy a bit more); after all this excitement, he had a little tummy bug on Friday; he eats and drinks a lot; and he grew a little bit bigger, since we’ve adopted him last Monday. I spoiled him with toys. Sara spoils him with a lot of attention, very day. Right now, he takes a break and snoozes on the ottoman. Mr. Ozzy has to be fit for tonight’s foot attacks. If he doesn’t claw my feet, he claws Kevin’s body parts I don’t really want to mention here. I know, Ozzy can be a little sh*t. That’s why we love him so much. And he fits perfectly into our family.