This is not my cat and I didn’t make this graphic. It was passed around on Facebook last year, origins unknown. Nonetheless, it sums up his attitude most days.
I’m starting to think of little Scout as a tiny terrorist. His favorite thing to do right now is to walk in front of my computer. When I move him, he bites me.
It’s great.
But when he’s sleepy, he’s the sweetest little cat you’ll ever meet. If only he would stay that way!
When Scout found me alone in the street, with no kitty cat to brighten my home, this is what he looked like.
He was under two pounds with a cruddy eye and some fleas. He was also a persistent, irresistible little soul who was determined to have a good home.
Here he is now!
Isn’t he a beautiful boy? He’s all grown up, sleek and shiny. He’s my little panther boy and ready to help with laundry!
In fact, laundry day is the best because that means we put clean sheets on the bed. And when I say “we,” I mean I put clean sheets on the bed and he wallows around until it looks like this.
I hope you are as happy today as a spoiled rescued cat with a pile of clean sheets! And if you’ve never rescued an animal, it’s the best feeling in the world. Go find a little lost soul who needs a home. You may just save a life!
Having a rambunctious little cat has changed my life in ways I cannot begin to describe. But one thing I can describe is how it has changed Christmas. Years past saw a tree in nearly every room but that won’t be happening with an eight month old kitten.
He’s a good little cat and doesn’t get into a lot. Yet he’s still a kitten and all those fun things hanging off it would be tempting.
I plotted for weeks to design a tree situation he couldn’t knock down while climbing and swinging. Just when I thought I was ready for anything, he threw a curveball.
Turns out, he’s not interested in climbing so much as chewing on the pine.
He loves to chew on artificial pine. While it seems that he’s just chewing and not eating it, I don’t trust that he won’t try. And this is a chance I’m not prepared to take.
So there’s just one tree in my house this year (behind a closed door) and it’s devoted to my adventures. It’s my travel tree. I wrote all about it last year but, in a nut shell, I collect ornaments from my adventures. Each ornament is hung with a postcard that relates a trip memory.
Most of my ornaments aren’t real Christmas ornaments and I like it that way. There’s a stuffed jackalope bank from Douglas, Wyoming and a small metal airplane to mark my first biplane ride this year.
There’s a vintage snowman found at an Indiana antique store during last year’s antiquing adventures across the National Road. I even have a pennant from the Ernest Tubb Record Store in Nashville and a small handmade quilted piece from Ocracoke Island.
The list goes on and on and each ornament evokes countless memories – both happy and bittersweet. One new ornament represents the daily adventure of having Scout in my life.
The tree is now up and Scout gets supervised playtime in that room. So far he has only tried to chew and has batted at a couple of low hanging ornaments. I’m hoping he will outgrow that chewing thing and that next Christmas will be back to normal.
Meanwhile, if you’re interested, Click here to read last year’s description of the travel tree. Perhaps you’ll be inspired to start a new tradition of your own!