Breakfast

Tulip kitty was eager for some breakfast this morning. She started squeaking around 5:30 this morning. I petted her for a few minutes and she went back to sleep. We all managed to sleep in until 9. We got up and made coffee. Renee washed out Tulip's bowls and fed her. She was as happy as could be after that. She plopped herself down on the rug in the bathroom and watched us finish making breakfast. Now we're all sitting on the deck enjoying the sun. It's getting hot already. Tulip already went for the shade. She likes to sit under the chair right next to the deck railing and listen to what's going on at the pool. She looks like she's watching. It's pretty cute. Right now the pool is empty again, but there are some guys playing tennis right next to it. She's pretty interested in that noise. She seems to like listening to the trees blowing around and the humming birds going by. I'm glad she likes to come out here and relax, because we do too.

Hanging out

Eve has been at home with Tu Tu kitty all week. Apparently they've had quite a bit of togetherness. There's been some lounging/napping on the deck, lots of extra snacks that a certain little tiger doesn't need, and lots of extra attention.

When I get home from work, Eve is usually in the office and Tulip comes out to greet me. I think she's really enjoying the company all day. She's always in a great mood. I can usually get in a pet or two without losing a pint of blood in the process.

I've been working on getting her used to being handled at bit more. Every day I pick her up and pet her 2 or 3 times. She's getting more tolerant of it. Sometimes she even lets out a purr. I'm trying so hard to make her more gentle. But she's a tough little nut to crack. So independent! Yesterday I reached down to pet her before leaving for work. She responded with the claw. I left with a nice bloody scratch across the back of my hand. "This ain't no petting zoo, lady! Don't touch the tiger!"

Rough night

Tulip kitty had a bit of a rough night last night. I woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. She came along with me as usual. Very often when I go in there, she comes along and uses the litterbox too. There’s nothing like a little togetherness!

Anyway, I flushed the toilet and got back in bed while she was still in the litterbox. I didn’t even give it a thought. I don’t know if the sound of the toilet scared her or what, but she totally freaked out. She came shooting out of the litterbox, couldn’t figure out which way to go and crashed into about every wall, corner and door in the room before running off into the living room.

Poor kitty. She was okay, but she was SO scared. She hid under the couch for a while. I finally coaxed her out and got her to follow me back to the bedroom. I put her up on the bed, but she was already spooked. She decided she was afraid of the blanket and got down. She was still roaming around the bedroom and bathroom investigating when I fell back to sleep.

She seems fine this morning, but I really worry about her running into things. She hit her head really hard! I’m pretty sure I don’t need a cat with a concussion. I guess I won’t make that mistake again.

Sandstorm

Tulip kitty has quite a knack for kicking up a sandstorm in the bathroom. She's really quite clean, but gets a little overzealous when covering up the business in her litterbox. Here's a bit of her handiwork that I woke up to the other morning:



The area in our bathroom where the litterbox will fit is quite small. We actually bought a larger litterbox with higher walls, but it doesn't fit in there next to the toilet. Eve had the brilliat idea of using an old kitchen dish pan instead:



As you can see, Tulip aproves! There's considerably less sweeping going on these days.

Wyatt Bear

Here's the picture of Tulip kitty snuggling with Wyatt Bear from the other morning.