Tessa and Kaja: We were so pleased that you acknowledged our mighty climbing skills yesterday. We’re talented, young and strong girlcats, and trees are our natural habitat. You may even call us the squirrels of all cats! Of course we get down safely! Gotta dash now to boss the cat sitter around. Mom still wants to write something, but we’re offline now.
The adventures of Tessa and me
It’s true, they are nowadays experts on trees. However, there were some minor incidents when they started their tree carrier.
Tessa and I were taking a walk when we met a woman with a dog. She didn’t know whether her dog liked cats. I wasn’t sure about Tessa either, but I wanted to give it a try. Everything seemed fine: both were peaceful and curious about each other, but suddenly the dog snarled at Tessa. My brave idiot (the dog was twice her size) snarled back.
“Oh, so he DOES hunt cats after all – he kills hares!” Eh… Tessa is smaller than the hares in our area!! I panicked and picked Tessa up. Maybe not the best way to deal with a scared cat, but she really appreciated my support: she climbed on my shoulder, and put all her claws deep into my skin. Ouch.
The woman went away, and Tessa run as fast as she could to the closest tree. Great – I think we both needed a break. However, our adventure wasn’t over yet: turned out that 4 meters (13 ft) were too high for her. She didn’t know how to climb down.
Wonderful. We were actually quite close to our home, but I couldn’t leave her because of the leash. So I was waiting under this very birch. And waiting. And waiting. I think my whole neighborhood knows this crazy woman with her cat by now. She finally decided to give it a try after 2 hours. Hallelujah.
Postponed Posts show older stories and pictures. So yes, summer and early autumn are gone, but we had such a long blog break that we need to catch up.
One weekend later and I’m still too tired. I need all my spare time to relax, watch silly tv shows, and, most important, spend a lot of time with Kajsa and Tessa.
Real life is always more important than a blog, and I don’t have much energy left. I’m sure that most bloggers know what I’m talking about. I decided to take a “longer” break (don’t know for how long, I assume 2-3 weeks?), and be “really back” when I’m back: a longer break now, but regular posts after the break.
Thank you for visiting us, and I’m looking forward to write new posts when I’m back!
I’ve to link to a sad posting now: Ellen’s Lucy has gone over the Rainbow Bridge, and I’m very sorry for her loss.
I hope that being on an airplane / abroad is as exciting as my neighbor’s garden, but who do I try to fool. I’m getting very nervous, 2 days until our summer vacation!
A blog hop is a specific topic bloggers write about on a certain day. The blog hop (hopping from one blog to another) collects all links, and makes it easy to see how others have interpreted this topic. This posting was part of BlogPaws’ blog hop Wordless Wednesday.
So Detective Mamma has a new enemy: ticks. Sigh. As for fleas: they’re luckily very rare in Finland, so it’s unlikely my girls will catch them.
I sometimes catch those bastards earlier, sometimes later… this fat tick was on the bathroom floor, so Tessa was apparently hosting a guest for several days. Eek. I was a bit naive, I didn’t think of ticks when we started to go out. That’s probably why I didn’t see this one before it was on the floor.
It’d been better if Kajsa was the one who likes to go out, because it’s difficult to spot ticks in Tessa’s fur. Tessa is also really picky about her belly. I manage to search for ticks with my hands, but it’d been easier if I could use my eyes as well.
I’m a newbie to ticks, but so far, the best tool for removing ticks was a lice comb. Ticks are often crawling for 2-3 hours in their search for the perfect spot – I’ve been combing them out before they bite.
I know, there’re several methods to prevent ticks, (more…)
It was me! I did something pretty unusual – I took my girls out without thinking too much. I know there are proper leash training guides, but I decided to go with my guts. We just go out, and I’m learning by doing. And now I’m going wild – I didn’t even come up with proper routines. Ok, there’s one: they’ll always get their beloved dry food afterwards; I want them to look forward to something when they get in.