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Monday Meowsie News

HIYA! SAVANNAH HERE!!

Let me ask this one little question—”Does anyone who reads my blog believe that I, Princess Savannah, is spoiled?”

Why, thank you Sir Dad P, I do believe I can now partake of a bite or two

Why, thank you Sir Dad P, I do believe I can now partake of a bite or two

Come on now, I just didn’t wanna leave Mom L all alone on my our couch whilst while I dined chomped my dinner.

Don’t you all get the same service treatment?

Just askin’—

PAW PATS, SAVANNAH

PeeEss—this comin’ Wednesday marks a really unbelievable paw stone for me. Hope you can be sure to stop by and visit.

Does Feline Family Resemble Human Family?

HIYA!  SAVANNAH HERE!!

Now my lead question is a very serious one. I hope to hear from all my pals in comments if ANY of this following scenario every happens in your feline homes with two or more cats. Come on guys, fess up! Be honest in your comments. And tell me if your humans ever find bits of fur after such encounters.

*sigh* so very, very close

*sigh* so very, very close

The unexpected happens…

I can smell HRH Savvy—my fur family

I can smell HRH Savvy—my fur family

And then the inevitable—

Her tail keeps moving—I can't help myself

Her tail keeps moving—I can’t help myself

Who would have ever thought there would be the *hissssssssssssssss* of irritation and the look of violation??!!

SHE TOUCHED MY TAIL!! Mooooommm!! I'm telling!!

SHE TOUCHED MY TAIL!! Mooooommm!! I’m telling!!

And after TKS gets the time out—(meaning Dad P scoops her up and takes her away to the top of our bedroom tower)

I have a lotta work to do with TKS

I have a lotta work to do with TKS

I must ask, please tell me—does this ever happen in your home?

PAW PATS, SAVANNAH

 

Feline Exploration—Three

HIYA! SAVANNAH HERE!!!

Bet’cha you were hangin’ off the edge of your bed just waitin’ to learn what else I was up to over the last 10 days. Well, first, if you have followed me for a while you will recall I do not, almost never ever, get up on furniture that is higher than a couch or chair. Heck, I seldom ever get on the back of the chair or couch, too high for me!

But last week I decided I needed to take a look around the top of a chest in the office I share with Mom L.

Hmmm—not so bad up here afterall

Hmmm—not so bad up here after all

You may  notice that lovely painting of yours truly, ME, right next to Dad P’s gum. That portrait was painted by my gal pal Nellie’s Mommy, Miss Barb. I didn’t stay long on this chest but now I know I can go back again any old time.

I ended my explorations with a bit of rough and tumble play with Mom L as she had me chasing my peacock feather under tissue paper. Don’t you just luvluvluv tissue paper?? I like to grab it and shake it to make it sound even more crackly. And sometimes I like to camp out under the tissue paper because I know that makes me invisible, right?

I can peek out and see that co one knows I am here

I can peek out and see that no one knows I am here

So disappointing to learn I am not truly invisible.

What? Mom L how did you know I was here??

What? Mom L how did you know I was here??

That was it for me, I took my tissue paper and left for my nap.

pfffttt! I'm leaving to catch another well earned nap

pfffttt! I’m leaving to catch another well earned nap

PAW PATS, SAVANNAH

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