Nicholas and the feather wand. He really wears himself and me out playing. I can move it closer so it is in right in front of my feet. When I stop he slowly saunters away and sits to see if I am going to let him have another go at it. He doesn’t show anxiety and fear, but just seems cautious for some unknown reason.
Nicholas playing with toys. This bed is his safety zone he always runs to when someone approaches him. He can approach us but we cannot approach him. He had a six foot face to face with Opie and she was a growling hissing monster. Nicholas kept advancing doing the slow motion walk. I took her away to prevent any more trauma or bloodshed.
Looks like a long road to gain trust if it is even possible. It is quite disheartening to never have touched him. He may not grow out of it. He is every energetic and enjoys playing with all the toys available as you can see in the videos. In the new video he is going funny over an old catnip carrot. He likes to drag all the toys under his bed. I found the feathers on the green ball but the ball has disappeared.
Nicholas exploring. He gets to run around on the second floor only. He is wary of people and likes to venture not too far from the bed he hides under for safety. He hides if approached but it is alright if he approaches. One must be still. Don’t know how long this will last–maybe a long time. He runs under the bed then turns and sticks his head out.
Nicholas in Quarantine. He comes out Thursday. He hides under the bed for safety and drags all his toys under if they fit. Don’t stare at his tail!
I never suspected 3 months after the death of Scooby, Zeke would pass away. Zeke was missing Scooby every day.
Together again forever.
They filled my life with joy, laughter, and happiness.
First post of 2025 is a gallery of Zeke and Opie. Zeke has the white face. As you can see they are both now lap cats again. Do you remember Zeke’s favorite tv show? Or does he just watch tv the same hour each night? I wonder. Clues below. Meanwhile Opie has decided lap sitting is fun again. This is becoming the “new normal”. Scooby’s remains are still in the center of the dining room table where he cannot be forgotten because he is right there. No one sits at that table anymore but me.
Feline Café 