Mr. Nine, our 9th cat, is 9 years young today. He is a wonderful Tomcat. He loves to butt heads and kiss faces with you. Lately, he is very sweet on Louise and likes to kiss on her too. His favorite pass time is stacking the cave crickets in the laundry room when he is not looking down on you from the rafters. A good-natured cat, he rarely gets into to much trouble.
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Wow! It is now 2020. My daughter, Peanut, told me the other day (she is 25), that “we will never see the ‘teens’ again in our lifetime” as we move into the twenties. Now, that is a very profound thought. It made me stop and take a pause on all the things that pass me by with little notice. How an instant, or a year or 50, is just a jumble of moments and pictures burned on the memory of my total recall. I think about all the people and the animals that have graced my time. I am so thankful that I have had this platform to document moments and days, and now years, of my Zoo. Maybe, when I no longer have the capability to recall the images in my mind, this blog will be here to remind me of how wonderful those moments were and are. Feel free to visit my Angels page to get a look at the many many many furbabies that have blessed me with their time. I am one lucky ZooKeeper and want to thank you for stopping by,
Sending Hugs and Love to You and Yours for a fabulous 2020!
Peanut just loves to have fun with Noel on SnapChat. I must say she does wonderful things.
Be safe out there tomorrow and remember to keep all pets inside. There are many stupid spooky people out there, especially for black cats and dogs.
The primary color of my wardrobe is black. My second color is navy and then dark gray. Are you seeing a pattern here? Well Mr. Nine, who has always liked the hanging clothes closet as a sleeping spot (it is actually two 6-foot closets running along one wall with sliding mirror doors), has taken to pulling stuff down off the hangers and making himself a bed on the shelf. Oh my! Sometimes, at 5 am when I am getting dressed for work, he jumps out at me and we both get scared. Lint rollers don’t even work anymore. Long ago I realized he can slide the doors open on his own and go inside. No keeping him out. I have my black suits and dresses hidden in a closet under the stairs that the cats can’t get into (unless of course, they run in when I am getting dressed and get trapped all day, which has happened). Cat and dog hair is my life.