Wordless Wednesday - Tigris

 

Tuesdays with Tigris - Forgiving

 Reader,

I have been the least impressed with garbage cat (aka Jack-O-Lanie). Her presence has not brought me joy. She caused me to change some of my habits, including going downstairs to see the Lady when she worked.

However, since the closing of the cell, the placement of my tree back where I like it, and garbage cat's ability to respect my boundaries, I am slowly starting to forgive the people.

Perhaps giving her this love will make her decide I don't need to be on a diet. 

Tigris

Mischief Monday - Rough Play - by Styx

 Hi friends, hi friends, hi friends,

I love to play rough sometimes. Lanie and I wrestle. I like it when I start it and like it less when she jumps me. I do not like to be jumped. It is not fair, not fair, not fair!

While I don't like being jumped, I love, love, love, jumping Grissie. She does not love, love, love this. She maybe loves it less then I do.

Lady captured a recent match. It started with Gris asleep on the settee. 

It ended on the floor. Gris was mad, mad, mad.

I had a great time.

Styx - world class wrestler

FFF Nature Friday - More Spring with Styx

 Hi friends, hi friends, hi friends!

I am so excited, so, so, so excited, that it is the best Friday in the month. It is both Aunty Yam's FFF and Rosy and Sunny's Nature Friday. 

Because I am not allowed outside (although I do try, try, try to sneak out), I have to take pictures from the Lady's phone to share with you. 

Here I go:

Deer visit my yard

I sniff the fragrant flowers

Life is so so good

This deer was actually seen away from the house on one of Lady's walks

Lady loves the smell of the trilliums

your friend, the poet Styxy 

Lanie's Log - Becoming a Player

 It has been 219 days since the cat redistribution system made me a prisoner in the big house.

There were some big changes last week. A second robot litter had been purchased and put on a tray in my cell. Well some cat (no proof but our best guess is Tigris), insisted on peeing on the tray and not in the litter. So the litter was removed from the cell, put in the bathroom with the other litter and my cell was closed. Now I do not have the cell. I heard Lady Warden talking about turning my cell into a foster room . . . . Man Warden was seen rolling his eyes (but did not say no, so time will tell).

They did move my tree (I have claimed it) back to where it had been before my imprisonment. I do enjoy it there, watching the birds and squirrels and other cats and chipmunks and all the things.

Since I am not in my cell, I am out and about more and I want to play, play, play! I love playing. Who would have knowing playing was the best thing! I am the most playful cat the Wardens have ever imprisoned. They never would have imagined I would want to play so much.  I even will demand play. 

I threw the ball at the Lady Warden to tell her to put her stuff down and play!

Well at times I may resent it some, I must admit, life isn't half bad at the big house. Maybe the cat re-distribution system was on to something when I showed up at this door.

Lanie - Prisoner #3 (who will keep this title forever as a reminder of where I came from)

Wordless Wednesday - Play Time - Lanie and Styx

 

Tuesdays with Tigris - Sun and Boxes

 Reader,

While Prisoner #3 complains about her life in the house, I would like to complain about having a garbage cat in the house. I call her that, because the people may as well have found her in a garbage can. Stupid cat re-distribution system. 

Anyways, in spite of it all, life here in the big house is tolerable (even for those of us on diets).

There is plenty of warm sun, and places to sit in it.

There has also been an increase in boxes. 

So I guess I can't complain too much.

Tigris, Queen of the house