Time To Wake Up!

It has been nice for my little Dixie this whole winter. This is how she has spent most of her days but now it's over. I intend to get both of 
my cats up and moving, we've got lots of work to be done on our decks, it's Spring!

Chatter Got Hurt!

Chatters routine has been pretty much the same every day except yesterday morning. I looked for her early in the morning and she was on my porch table holding her right paw up. I got her pan of food and she barley was able to get up on the chair to eat it. She definitely has injured her right ankle or foot. I pray that she didn't break it. I would not hesitate to take her to the vet but the problem would be how to catch  her in order to take her to the vet. 
She ate and I thought she would go to the other chair and sleep some as is her routine but no, she hobbles off the chair, goes down the cats ramp and slowly wanders off into the woods. Whats all that about !

The cats ramp? I had it made for Little Girl and that will be posted tomorrow. I looked for Chatter last evening when the sun started to go down. Got little done what with my going back and forth from bedroom where my TV and computer are to the living room to look out the large window. No sign of Chatter. I wondered why she would go into the woods and stay their all night with such an injured leg. She can hardly walk so how would she be able to get away from a wild dog, a wild cat, or the coyotes that are their. I wish I could get into my cats heads because of the strange things they do. I really needed another cat to worry about, shame on her....shame on me.

Well I worried for nothing, their she was in her chair this morning. She heard me and saw me in the window. She jumped off the chair, came to the window and just looked at me. I placed her pan of food on the chair and hurried back into the house to watch her get on the chair to eat. She did just fine,  the injured leg didn't even seem to bother her. When she was done eating she jumped off the chair and walked over to her sleeping chair without even a limp, curled herself up in a little ball and went to sleep. Wonderful, life is good.

His Name is Alester And He Just Walked Away.

As you know this is a new blog and so I'm picking up stories from my other Fine Cats & Kittens blog to post on here. This is not a happy story but this blog is about My Kentucky Cats so here it is.


He is so happy playing with my cats, running and hiding under the pine trees, the blackberry bushes, and the woods below, he also loves sleeping on my porch, I’m happy he’s here, He especially liked Little Girl.
This past March my granddaughter Chelsea and her parents packed up everything and moved to Texas. I asked Chelsea to please leave him with me. As you read you’ll see that Alister already was staying on the big deck and my back porch, he loved it their ! He also enjoyed playing in the woods in the back yard and playing with my cats Dixie and Little Girl. I was certain he would be happy here rather then be shipped off to a new and unknown place. He seemed to be content and settled into his new arrangement, but he would not come into my house even though one night it was cold and raining. I put a large towel on the chair that he slept in on my porch and felt he would stay warm and be fine. He was just fine and as the days began to warm up I was sure that Alister was going to become a permanent member to my family.

Two weeks had gone by and things seemed to be going well when one day, I remember so well because I was in my living room staring out the big picture window when I saw Alister  walking on the other side of our fence. I never saw him on that side of the fence before so I just watched him walk slowly down the hill and into the woods.

I have not seen Alister since that day. He never came back. Was he aware of what was going on as he watched my family move every piece of furniture out of the house into a big truck, even his favorite chair? Did he think that Chelsea would surely be home that night as he watched her get into the truck and saw it move down the road and out of site? Did he wonder why the lights never came on at night in the house, and no one opened the front door to let him in? Was his heart broken?

I looked for Alister for a year after he walked away. I have heard stories about cats that ran away from home and return three four and even five years later. When I first saw the tan and cream stray two weeks ago, and only could see the cat from afar, I thought it just might be Alister. My heart started to beat  fast and I held my breath trying to get a better look at him. The stray is not Alister.