The temperature hasn't risen out of the 20's (Fahrenheit) for the past four days, but Kili, our oldest cat (and self-appointed mistress of the household) doesn't pay that any attention, so long as she has a fire. In fact, if we don't light it quickly enough in the evenings during weather like this, she'll raise up on her hind legs and paw at us - with extended claws if necessary - to make sure we understand that she NEEDS HER FIRE.
And when it's burning, all is well in her world, as you can see. The very soft thick-pile rug is hers, too... with a capital HERS.
Peter
There is a lack of news of Ashposterior...
ReplyDeleteHaha. Typical cat. :-)
ReplyDeleteYou all be safe and God bless.
We don't own a fireplace for indoor fire. Our oldest cat has to resort to lying in our laps or over a thigh and just relax. She's earned her reward, this past November beginning her 17th journey around the sun.
ReplyDeleteHow is Ash Butt doing ? I haven't heard his name mentioned in quite a while. Hope he is doing well.
Cats purr, humans chuckle when all is well in the world.
ReplyDeleteGlad to hear you back on the mend, sorry for the poor aspects of semi-socialized medicine. The bean counters are running the show with less people getting demands do DO More with less.
Canada's Medical Assistance In Dying (MAID Legislation) worries me as the socialists seem to preview things in smaller markets before dropping them into America.
Protect your family, protect your relationship with God. James 4:8
Ashbutt is doing very well. He's about six years old now, and weighs 17-18 pounds. He's very affectionate (when he knows you), and interrupts me several times each day to demand shoulder time. When I pick him up, he sort of sinks onto my chest and purrs himself asleep on me - not very helpful if I'm trying to write, or do other things around the house. As far as he's concerned, I'm HIS person, just as my wife is Kili's person. He's a lot of fun.
ReplyDeleteNice to know that Ashposterior is thriving!
ReplyDeleteOur tabbies, Chaos and Mayhem, love when we light the fire. They'll sit in front and stare at it and then curl up on the hearth. We always wonder if they're hot, but they sure enjoy it.
ReplyDeletePeter
ReplyDeleteJust remember the old adage.
Dogs have owners
Cats have staff
LOL, of course...
ReplyDeleteCats love warmth. A healthy cat runs 102-103 F so even with fur what we think is comfortable is cool (think about having a severe fever and how cold it feels). And like us as cats age their ability to regulate temperature gets reduced. I really feel sorry for Sphinxes, Peterbalds and any of the other "hairless" cats, the poor beasts must be miserable unless they have a sweater on, which is a bit demeaning :-) . Our two cats (normal short hairs, cat mutts) vary, one is extremely dubious of the fire, the other gets so close that even with the fire screen you have to keep an eye on him. He also likes the dryer and the oven (when running). He keeps us on our toes...
ReplyDeleteSo very glad the predicted winter storm mostly missed us here in WF... Shutting down the University for most of the week was not great, but did not lose power, so was at least comfortable and our cats loved having everyone at home to snuggle with...
ReplyDeleteNOTHING can relax as well as a cat!
ReplyDeleteOff topic, but I thought you might find this very interesting:
ReplyDeletehttps://voxday.net/2023/02/02/the-war-on-chickens/
Vox Day irritates the heck out of me, but things like this are why he's still a daily stop.
Apologies for disrupting a cat post.
Plague Monk
Kimber is 15 and I think Peepers (AKA BlitzSpud) is 5. They control our mice/varmint population better (and more entertaining) than any poison could do.
ReplyDeleteIn the morning, Peepers stands downwind of the woodstove almost as soon as it has been lit. She knows the good warmth. Kimber will sleep with her backside on the heated pet bed. She will also crawl under the covers with you and push her back next to you with a glorious PURRRRR.
Thank you for the opportunity to comment.
Jean
I have had nights where I wait for hours to drop off to sleep, during which I glance over to see a blissfully unaware curled up cat. The little blighters are absolute blackbelts of sleeping.
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