A Thump in the night

We both heard the thump but it was hours after we’d gone to bed. I remember fuzzy thought processes. What was that? Hmmm weird! ‘Roll over and go back to sleep, Carol, you have to be up early’, I told myself. My hubby also heard it and also wondered what it was. Both of us too tired to get up and investigate.

It wasn’t until the next morning we discovered the cause. Callie has a window hammock that is attached to the glass by suction cups. It’s been very cold. Cold does not go well with suction cups, invariably they will let go. I’d taken the hammock down in early December as it was in the way of the Christmas tree. I’d put in back up when the tree came down. The weather was mild through Christmas and for the first couple of weeks of January. Then winter came back with a vengeance – temperatures plummeted.

Poor Callie-cat had been sound asleep in her beloved hammock when the suction cup let go dumping her unceremoniously onto the floor. Thump! For a small cat it sure made a big sound!

Whoever heard of a cat falling out of bed? Not me, not ever. I thought it would take her a few days before she ventured into it again. Nope! She was back in it for her afternoon nap today. I wish I were a cat!


Feline Friday: Fotos only

Posing for the professional – just kidding. Photo by my daughter, Anastacia Hopkins
My favorite toys are strings – any strings, any colors Photo by Anastacia Hopkins
This is my chair, hooman Photo by Anastacia Hopkins
What’cha eating hooman? Photo by Anastacia Hopkins
I’se hiding. I’se scared. Photo by Anastacia Hopkins
I’se self-isolating in my hidey spot. Photo by Anastacia Hopkins
My box – all the boxes mine, mine, mine. Photo by Anastacia Hopkins

Callie’s road trip part 2

I was so happy to have our fur baby with me during our brief stay in Edmonton. She did a fair bit of crying when we first left home, at least for the first little bit, but on the way back she was ready for it. And, yes, she did enjoy the hotel room (I told you I’d let you know of her decision). She enjoyed exploring all the new smells and especially the window where she could investigate, at least visually, the big city. She spent the first half of the journey home on my lap. She remembered not to get under my seat where she’d suffered the indignities of wet paws and a dirty tail on the way down. On the final leg of the trip she settled down in the back of the car and had a nice cat nap.

Callie really is my furry angel and I fully understand how our pets came to be called ‘comfort animals’. She certainly comforts me. We hit freezing rain as we made our way back into the city we call home. It was stressful. But, having Callie aboard definitely helped lessen my anxiety. Here are a couple of photos of Callie in the hotel room, and in the car going home.

Looking out at the city and seeming to enjoy the view
“What’s that, Mom?” Taking in the view as we drove home. She is one very curious little beast.
My lap was a much warmer, drier, and cleaner place to sit during the drive. I rather enjoyed it as she is not given to sitting on my lap as a rule….

On the road with Callie cat aboard

Its been a while since we drove any distance with our beloved fur baby along for the ride. The last time was the spring of 2016 when we were fleeing a forest fire. Callie is a fairly well traveled cat. She has flown from Ontaro to Newfoundland and years later, from there to Alberta. She’s also been on several small road trips. But, it’s been a while. Suffice to say today’s little journey was not without its adventures. For one thing winter has made an appearance so the floor mats are quite wet from the mess on my boots. So, I arrived at the hotel covered in fur and in small paw prints. This is Callie’s first winter excursion and the place she most likes to ride is under my seat – Not so great this time of year. Her paws got a soaking and her beautiful fluffy tail got rather dirty. She, being fastidious, was not impressed. Poor baby. She’s not given to sitting on my lap but she made an exception today my lap being dry and much warmer than the floor. Yet we have arrived at our destination safe and sound if a little disheveled. Oh the horrors……She is now perched upon the back of a chair and making up her mind whether the room is to her satisfaction. I will let you know what her decision is on the matter. By now you all know who rules the roost. Yes, seriously. Hahaha

Settling in at the hotel.

More than just a pretty face a.k.a. life with Callie-cat

I have not been given to any deep or philosophical thoughts of late. I have been resting a lot and recuperating from the business of life and all that it entailed. Resting that is, and playing with my favourite fur baby. Callie keeps life interesting for sure with her constant desire to play games such as “chase me” and hide and seek. She’s really quite good at it, but will pop out when I ask, “where, oh where has my Callie-cat gone?” Her intelligence is a constant source of delight and amazement to me. Here are a few captured images of life with Callie.

Hiding in my writing desk a typical “If I fits, I sits” kind of thing
Captured but she had a message for me, “I said NO, hoooman”
Sometimes she pretends to be all dignified. (She isn’t)
Loves her belly scratches (not dignified at all)
Loves sky gazing and cloud watching, especially as birds fly by
A hiding spot, but her curiosity gets the best of her when I call
Sometimes after a good game of catch me if you can she needs a good long nap
Oh yes, Miss Callie is much more than just a pretty face

In homage to my fur baby: My cat is a diva


My cat is a diva

Spoiled beyond compare

She deserves every bit of it

And of this she is aware

My cat is a diva

But she’s not difficult to please

A bit of love and attention

Is what she most wants from me

And in payment for my loving care

She soothes my tired soul

And winds herself around me

To take away the blues

My cat is a diva

I wouldn’t have it any other way

For she fills my life with laughter

And joys that know no bounds

My cat is a diva

Independent, most of the time

But loves her tummy rubs and scratches

She thinks them quite sublime

My cat is a diva

Regal is her stance

But I need only shake a plaything

To watch her run and dance

My cat is a diva

Welcome to my world

We are ruled by this small feline

And I am blessed to call her mine

Talking with birds

Recently I shared the story of a robin who built her nest in the flower box that hangs off the railing of the house next door. It has been awesome to watch the parents bringing grubs, worms, etc. to feed their young.  This morning I heard an awful commotion with the pair of robins chirping very excitedly and went outside to look. A cat was stalking the nest. The one robin was perched on the roof of the porch next door and when I looked up and saw it I asked, “what’s going on? Why are you so upset?” The bird literally leaned forward and looked directly at me as it chittered non-stop. Its partner was perched on the eaves trough and was also making a ruckus while looking down at the ground. Finally, a cat came out from under a bush and when I saw it I clapped my hands and shouted at it to go home. After a minute of clapping and shouting the poor animal finally ran off down the street with both parent robins in hot pursuit.

Well, that was an interesting start to the day. I do talk to birds and to animals. I’m not sure if that makes me ‘crazy’, but it is a life-long habit. And that robin really seemed to be trying to enlist my help with the feline intruder. It amazes me how emotionally invested I am in these birds and their young. It has been such a pleasure to watch them raise their chicks. It will be a while before the babies are big enough to fend for themselves. I just hope they make it.


link to previous article: https://chopkins2x3.wordpress.com/2018/05/27/the-american-robin-such-a-trusting-little-bird/