July, 2011 Archives

Calico Cat strikes a pose

I’ve been trying to keep my three cats indoors today. The temps were above 100 degrees F..way too hot for furry friends. Its actually too hot for the non-furry variety, as well. I keep a dish of water on my porch for any neighborhood cats, out and about, that need some refreshment. Stay in the shade and stay cool!

Unbelievable Heat!

Wow!  The heavens really opened up yesterday afternoon and deluged South Jersey!  Rush-hour traffic at 4:oopm was a nightmare, with many roads flooded out or reduced to one passable lane. There were even tornado warnings in a few South Jersey counties bordering the Philadelphia region. By the time I reached home, I was ready to collapse.  As I turned on the kitchen light, I saw Otis streaking across the back yard to the sliding glass door.  He was the wettest I’d ever seen him, his coat soaking wet and plastered down.  I quickly opened the door and he rushed in and jumped up on his eating area. Thankfully, his wetness didn’t seem to affect his appetite.  After eating some chicken with cheese canned food, followed up by a large portion of dry food, he was happy and full!  Let the coat grooming begin!


Otis relaxing on the front porch

Today is exceptionally hot and humid.  Thunderstorms are forecast for later this evening and one hopes the air will clear.  As I drove up the driveway after work, Otis was sitting on the porch, impatiently waiting for dinner. He’s a large grey Tabby, very friendly (most of the time) and always hungry!  He knows I will feed him as soon as I set down my purse and packages.Then Otis and I will sit down to watch the Phillies!


Stone Cat guards the fishpond

I love relaxing with my cats in my backyard.  A warm and sunny Fourth of July provides the perfect setting for spending time with my feline friends.  They each have a favorite spot in the yard; Otis stretches out under the oak tree, Callie sits on the cushioned lawn chair and Alli secludes herself under the steps.  All three keep me company; we bask in the heat, listening to the burble of the fish pond and the occasional rustling of the tree branches when a gentle breeze passes by.  Once in a while one or another will approach me for a scratch behind the ears or a tummy rub.  Mostly, though, they sit or recline silently, seeming to enjoy, with me, the restful feeling of an early summer morning in July.