A Day In The Life Of My Girls

Looky Here !

Come see who's in the bathroom.

Your not going to believe this.

Wow, it's Chatter!

He seems to have made himself at home here for sure.

We're Settled in Now

Good Day Friends !

I can almost count on it, the stray cat is I'm thinking no longer a stray. Every morning when I go out to my living room after feeding my cats and look out the window the stray is sleeping on the other chair on my porch. He or she looks up at me and lowers her head and goes back to sleep. When I first starting putting the cat food out the cat would go right over to it and start eating. Now she or he doesn't even go to the food until a bit later in the morning. I guess she's not starving anymore. I can tell she has gained a little weight too.

Guess What !

The stray came back after staying away for a day. At about eight in the morning as I was getting my coffee I heard her meowing and making funny noises. I know her meow so I knew it was her before I pulled back the drape. The funny noises I can't explain, it's like a chattering if that makes sense. Their she was staring right at the glass door. She didn't run away as I opened the drape either, that's nice. I got the pan of food and placed it on the same chair she is used to on my porch and went back to getting my most needed cup of coffee. I had my camera ready on my kitchen bar in case I saw her again and got a shot of her leaving my deck to go over to my porch where the food was. Here she is up close and moving quickly. 

Gypsy Meeting a New Neighbor

Gypsy is really making herself at home in my house. She seems very happy and is getting quite playful. My son in-law recently brought home a kitten and Gypsy is getting to know her through the sliding glass door. Enjoy this step by step process.

I Look Out The Window

My Missy goes out the door every day, All alone and lonely here I stay. She leaves me food water and toys to play, Even so she’s gone and my days are gray. *************************************** Where we live their is no yard with grass, No fields of hay, or lakes with Bass. Only buildings with brick and windows of glass. The days are long and time slow to pass. ***************************************** I eat and drink and watch out the window, When it’s time for her here, I seem to know. My hair stands up, my heart skips a beat, I jump off the chair and run to her feet. ****************************************** It seems that every few days, not sure I know, Why she doesn’t rush out the door to go. In the big chair she sits and reads while on her lap I sit and purr, Then watching TV together, she runs her hands through my fur. ************************************************ But I know, again and again my Missy will leave, And again I will look out the window and grieve. So alas she tells me when she’s home it’s a weekend, And always and always on them I can depend. * Eileen 2014 ( Inside The Authors Head ) I have come across many pictures of cats looking out windows that were sweet and bright and gave me a happy feeling but this one took me aback. It’s kinda dark and gave me a sad feeling, hence this poem. It’s not one of my better writings as I quickly jotted down the words that went with the images in my head.