I woke up this morning to a heavy rainstorm.
Mollie (pictured on today’s cuppa) was snuggled next to me. She raised her head, looked at the window, put her head down, shifted closer to me, and went back to sleep. I laid there a bit longer, listening to the rain.
Not a bad way to start a Friday.
We have 3 cats.
Tom, Catcher of Lizards, belonged to somebody who didn’t want him, so we took him in. He now takes his job as alarm clock very seriously, never missing a day. He also takes great pride in his snuggling skills and purring talents.
Tiger was adopted from a litter of kittens. He’s the Ice Cream Sentinel. He’s a Giver, willing to sacrifice his own health for ours by eating our ice cream, saving our cholesterol counts. (Don’t worry, there’s no kitty saliva in our Rocky Road. He gets his own bowl. And yes, I know ice cream isn’t good for cats. But he’s almost 14 years old, so he gets to have a small scoop now and then.)
Bandit, Seeker of Boxes, was adopted from the local animal shelter. He’s the one peeking out from a box on today’s cuppa cup. He believes in the statement if it fits, I sits. His definition of “fits” is questionable, but he’s quite confident in his body image, no matter his choice of box.
If you love your cats as I do, feel free to share your pictures and stories here. You may also want to check out the Lanai Cat Sanctuary (lanaicatsanctuary.org). A little bit of Heaven on Earth.
This might be your mood today, either by choice or by circumstance.
If it’s by circumstance, this cuppa sends the best to you and your canine quarantine companion.
If it’s by choice, this cuppa promises not to judge. Everybody’s making things work as best they can.
And if this cuppa doesn’t apply to you, maybe you want to consider adopting or fostering a pup from the local shelter?
Have a good day, folks. Woof.
This cuppa salutes our new houseguest, the lizard that our cat brought in yesterday. Mr. Lizard escaped from Tom’s clutches and is now hanging around…somewhere…last known sighting was the living room.
I keep telling myself that it’s not a big deal to have a lizard in the house. He’s more scared of me than I am of him, plus he eats bugs, so that’s good. But then I think about the unpredictability of his appearances and the quiet ssk, ssk, ssk his feet make as he scuttles across the tile. Oh, and his tail. And his little, beady eyes. And, the fact that he can jump.
Will probably sleep with the blankets pulled up tight and maybe even over my head for a while. Just in case.
A Daily Cuppa 