Disappointed

What do you suppose he’s thinking? Something tells me that he’s disappointed in me. I can’t imagine why but I suspect it has something to do with my insistence on leaving the house or perhaps my failure to provide enough tuna to suit his tastes.

These things are inherent, after all.

Whatever it is, I clearly need to do better because no little cat should have to live with such sorrow as his. Certainly a cat so beautiful, smart and regal as this one shouldn’t have to suffer the ignorance of a fool owner as he has done.

Someone call the ASPCA right away. Poor little cat is disappointment personified!

Happiness Is . . .

Happiness is a shop cat.

Meet Winnie, the manager of Mulberry Street Books in Lebanon, Ohio. Winnie is a beautiful cat who takes seriously the responsibility of this job.

Winnie greets every visitor to the shop and sometimes follows them around to provide ample opportunity for shoppers to do the right thing and offer up ear scratches.

Winnie has truly unique markings and beautiful, knowing eyes that make you want to just sit on the floor and relax a while.

Shop cats draw me in and this one made me want to stay!

Happiness, indeed.

Disappointed Face

Scout was home alone yesterday. Then I came home to feed him and change before leaving again.

He was disappointed in me. Can you see?

He’s a sweet boy but he has little tolerance for my coming and going as I please. It’s nonsense, he says. Who do I think I am anyway?

I try to explain to him that I have to go to work to earn money to give him the life he thinks he deserves. For a former street urchin, he has expensive taste in treats!

The good news is that I come home to fanfare. He waits in the window for my car to pull in the driveway and then he runs to the door, patiently waiting to be picked up and carried through the house.

It’s the best part of the day – except when he makes this face to remind me that he’s disappointed in me!

Think Inside The Bag

Some people like to think outside the box. Scout prefers to think inside the bag.

This is where he has been sitting while I do chores in the kitchen. He studies my activities and I always wonder what he’s thinking. Whatever it is, he’s not saying and I’m smart enough to not ask!

Whether it’s outside the box or inside the bag, we should all work a little harder at simply thinking things through. Let’s take a page from Scout’s book and pause to think about something useful today.

He’s Happy I’m Home

Scout did fine when I left for the weekend this last time. His patience for my gallivanting ebbs and flows with the frequency and longevity of my absences.

My parents take good care of him while I’m away and he likes them fine but they aren’t me. So he’s always excited to see me come home and has been much more affectionate than normal this week.

He has been putting himself to bed early every night, claiming his spot next to me – always touching me but never actually on top of me. He’s not a lap cat and wouldn’t want to seem too eager.

Still, I know he’s thrilled to be close and to have me home. All is right in his world.

Bird Watching Cat

I rearranged the furniture in my home office, replacing my work space at the window with a bird viewing station for my coworker Scout. That’s an old steamer trunk from my grandparents’ basement that I have lugged around my house for years. It’s the perfect height for Scout to view his feathered friends from a safe distance and behind glass.

He nearly wore himself out yesterday as the cardinals and several other birds swooped in and dive bombed all day. He sleeps better when the birds wear him out so I encourage his participation in their mealtime.

I appreciate his verve for life and his devotion to his work overseeing his friends at the feeder. It’s a tough job but someone has to do it!