Sunday catblogging

Photo One: We give you Gracie, all curled up and happy again. But wait. Her big brother knows she’s there, knows it’s comfortable, and wants to do something about it (Photo Two). Fortunately for our recovering kitty, Meryl saw Tig get ready to push Gracie out of her nest, and spoke loudly and harshly, while grabbing the camera, sensing a major photo op. Tig sulked and retreated, but not before he joined Gracie as close as he dared—and notice the look of annoyance on Gracie’s face. Notice the look of hope on Tig’s.

Photo Three: Free at last, free at last, thank Mom almighty I’m free at last! Gracie goes outside, having been given the green light by the vet, who says eating grass will not hurt her recovering digestive system. But she hasn’t been outside in over a month, so she’s a bit cautious. She’s trying to decide whether or not to jump over the vines and go for the grass. (She did.)

And last, but not least, Mr. Tig, who has not been getting a whole lot of press lately. I’d say he was a bit neglected, except for the fact that he sleeps on the pillow next to me every night, and gets attention last thing before falling asleep at night, and first thing upon waking up in the morning. So he’s not suffering. However, I’ve been mentioning how the winter brings out his ruff even more than usual. Here’s a shot that illustrates his winter ruff fairly well, though I haven’t gotten the perfect shot yet. I can wait.

And there you have the latest edition of Sunday catblogging. Must go submit this to CoTC before I forget.