Rion and I got a tunnel for Christmas. We set it up in my friend’s living room, and Rion and Bits were doing very well at first, cheerfully going through the tunnel in both directions. Then they both stopped. I looked inside the tunnel and took this photo of Oxer with my phone.
My mother’s cat, Smoky, who is currently visiting, likes to keep me company when I am using my computer.
This is a still from a video taken by my friend of two of her cats: Clown and Oxer. Clown got himself down safely without assistance.
We’re guessing Clown (above) and Cuddles (below) are relatives. Clown was born on my friend’s property, to a young female that had shown up out of nowhere. While waiting for the young (and very sweet) cat’s first heat to get her spayed, my friend realized that while she had missed the first heat, a tom obviously hadn’t. (Clown’s mother is now a very pampered mouser and barn cat east of here.) Cuddles showed up within the past year. He was a very aggressive tom, so my friend trapped him, had him vaccinated, then sent him off to the the low-priced clinic for “snip-snip.” Cuddles was either handled as a kitten, or gives the lie to the idea that you can’t domesticate a feral cat, because he pretty much lives up to his name these days. It’s hard to walk out to the barn without him throwing himself at your feet, soliciting attention. Cuddles lives outside, though he is trying desperately to get inside, while Clown is an inside-outside cat. Clown has apparently decided he wants to be friends. Time will tell what Cuddles thinks. (Taken with my iPad.)
My friend’s cat Clown. (From my iPad.)
Clown in the Tree. (Updated: 4/23/2012) Just to reassure those worried about kitty stuck in tree: Clown has been scampering up and down this tree since he was a wee kitten. The day I took this photo he was being entertained by a very indignant squirrel in this same tree.
My friend’s cat Clown is one of the handsomest cats I know. I took a baby picture of him when he was much younger.
