Cat Pic Sunday

 It's raining in Oregon.   I forgot what rain feels like, its been so long.

Doesn't take much to remember.  The first rain is ok.  Refreshing.  Takes the smoke and dust from field plowing out of the air.  Gives me a relief, that maybe the world isn't ending, since its been way too long since it rained much in Oregon.

Pretty soon though it will settle in---realization that the long gray is upon us, the heaviness of that thought.

The rains bring the cats from the cat yard into the house, many of them, creating conflicts of space and colliding cliques, theft of favorite sleep spots. There will be tiffs and spurnings and hurt feelings and hissing and pissing episodes til they realign and they always do.  

 I had hoped the sun shade I put up over part of the cat yard during the extreme heat, to give them some cool spots, would also propel rain, as it was advertised to do.   It did not.

I suppose I'll put the kayak away for the winter now.   I'm trying to think of some healthy pursuit for exercise for the winter that's also enjoyable, since otherwise, its hard to get myself overjoyed about doing it.

Here are some cat photos, for now, to amuse you, and me also.

The boy I took to be fixed, the orange tux long hair, I got his picture a couple years back, playing with my game cam set up in a culvert.

Here's TC in the park the other night.  I caught him to be fixed a year ago last May.

And Cumi, who is officially an older boy now, fixed about six years ago, was out and about.  Sometimes these fixed boys vanish for months at a time and I think for sure they've died or found some kind town person to care for them, when suddenly they'll show up again.

I hadn't seen Rocky in months but saw him last week.  I got him fixed in December 2019.  I caught him by accident when after Fluffy, an already ear tipped tame male, who showed up in the park suddenly. 
Fluffy eventually got a great home with the help of ARCF in Portland. 

Fluffybutt, owned by the people behind me, often visits, my yard and garage.

Fritter also comes to visit, from the apartment complex nearby, but he and Fluffybutt don't like each other.

Fritter more often than not comes for the catnip and also to nap under the Butterfly bush.  Lately, even though owned in the apartment complex, scarcely owned I call it, the neighbors at the end seem to have semi adopted him.  He loves the kids down there and young people. 

Echo, from 4th street in Albany, one of the Quirky Sisters.

Echo when she was a kitten.  I'd taken in four kittens and their mom, unwanted as strays, with their calico mom, Meesa, wild.  The two brothers got homes but Echo and Fantasia never did.  Now they're over 11 years old.  Their mom died several years ago.  She got a fast growing abdominal tumor.

Misty

The cats love the "cat box".  Only two residents today.

Happy Sunday everyone!