Yeah just give me a sec would you?

I came across this vacation picture of our cat from a year and a half ago and it made me smile.

Milly´s freedom

Milly is now an indoor kitty. I´m too afraid to let her out for fear she´ll cross the path of one of the wild dogs we see roaming the streets outside our housing compound. Yesterday though I blocked the garden gate and let our her outside for the first time here in Mexico. She was about two centimeters off the ground for the first five minutes as she cautiously explored her new surroundings, sniffing everything.

Cats are so funny. I love the flat ears.

Walkin down the line

 

Weekend cat blog - cat door

This is my cat Milly, but we get soooo many anonymous cats at our door. Cats are nosey by nature so I guess that's why. They're just trying to take a peek inside to check out the digs.


"nice place, not too shabby. I'd paint those cupboards white though. Hey by the way lady, got any snacks 'cause I got a hankerin' for sumpin."

I love my cat - WCB

The in-laws are here in full force and if I thought I was tired in my last post that isn't anything compared to today. We like having guests though, the cooking, eating and drinking good wine in oversized glasses while we swap stories about life. Oh yeah and freaking everybody out with our latest plans has been fun too.

And mil is putting out all the baby fires which is good for me because I actually got to go to town alone today and you know, like walk around and go in shops and stuff and be completely normal instead of constantly saying, "sweetheart no..., don't touch..., no not..., oh wait..., stop..., no argh!"

In honor of being a regular person who is/was in dire need of a little zen, I've posted a cat picture. I don't know where weekend cat blog is these days but I just wanted to say I love my cat and I wanted to see all those comments that say "what a cute kitty!"

Jiggity jig

We're back after a week away. This is the first time we've been in Lyon for a whole week and it was making us a bit stir crazy by Thursday. There isn't much in the apartment in Villeurbanne and although it's nice to do big city stuff with the world at our fingertips, there's only so much of that to do before you want to get back home. Try as we might to adjust to a new life, home is still on the shores of Lac Léman.

We returned home to find our cat missing and the neighbor's report that he hadn't seen her for a few days. Last night after a tour of the neighborhood we heard loud meows coming from the mean renovation guy's house a.k.a. cat-hater extraordinaire. I'd heard his little boys playing in front of our house one day and when they spied our cat lounging on the steps outside one of them said to his playmate "on aime pas les chats!," he then proceeded to shoot her repeatedly with a toy pistol. A whole family of cat haters, great. So, I'm waiting for mean renovation guy to show up so I can explain to him that my cat has been trapped in his house for three days now and could he please not beat her over the head with a shovel, thank you. That is if he shows up this weekend.

cat update: Seb is a god among mortal husbands because he got up at seven a.m. on Sunday morning and rescued Milly from certain shovel bashing death. The mean renovation guy is always kinder to him, solidarity in bricolage and all that, so he probably cushioned things. Nobody can figure out how she got in there though. Cats are damn crafty like that.

The cat came back - more weekend cat blogging

In a true case of "the cat came back," the stray white kitty has returned to sleep on our old wood steps yet again. He's been showing up each summer for four years now, an icon of the fishing port where he dines like a king all season.

He's not ours but he sure visits a lot. He left his tell-tale calling card all over our doorstep just to let us know he likes us.

A rescue report

I lost my kitty. The past two days I have been searching and searching for her, the foolish cat lady walking up and down streets with the Tupperware box full of Fri skies. I even talked to Crazy Marie and asked her if she'd seen my cat. She helpfully suggested I wake up the boulanger who lives above her later and ask him. I'm not sure why she suggested this but she seemed to think it was a brilliant idea. Maybe it's because the boulanger has a cat too, who knows. Her mind works like that. I eventually even asked Mean Renovation Guy up the street and of course I got an abrupt earful about how he didn't know and didn't care. I asked everyone and spent the whole day analyzing Mean Renovation Guy's sinister response, "was he hiding something behind his too quick reply?" It bothered me. I crossed the street and checked the dumpster, reached in with a stick and poked a suspicious lumpy garbage bag. It didn't feel soft. It was just a bunch of paper.

I have a sixth sense for when my cats are in danger. I know when they need my help. When Mégot was gone for two days food-less I knew she was stuck somewhere. Seb told me I was over reacting. She never misses meals though. I knew she was in peril. See I was right. So I knew right away that when Milly was gone so long it was for a reason. I was sure she was trapped somewhere.

I finally found her tonight. It was all based on the tip from my nosy neighbor Marcel that from his rooftop terrace's vantage point he'd thought he'd last seen Milly sleeping in our neighbor Guillaume's enclosed back garden. He found this odd because normally that garden is in an enclosed courtyard with no entry points. I waited patiently for nightfall and decided I'd check. You see Guillaume and his girlfriend Elodie are on vacation and left us the key to their house like they often do. We really never use it. It's a "just in case there's something to check on" key. I figured I'd check the garden and see if she really was stuck in there or perhaps there was a giant hole or over-sized drainpipe or something cattrap-ish. I waited for dusk, crept quickly up the steps and down to their basement to go out to their backyard. When I arrived at the bottom of the basement steps I was surprised to see a little calico face peering out from behind a canvas curtain and a pile of boxes. She look relieved, and me too.

I had expected to see her in the enclosed garden, but not in the house! I didn't stick around to check how she got in there, but I think I better go back later tonight to clean up the pee stain I saw by the door and check to see if she did a food raid or worse.

I'm curious how she got in there and I'm wondering if it wasn't out of spite for DJ the poodle. DJ is also on vacation and he will be mad as hell to find cat traces in his beloved sous-sol. Cat's are wickedly spiteful. Actually I think it serves DJ right with his yappy, six a.m., Sunday morning yelps floating through our open windows. He barks like he's getting kicked in the ribs really hard.

I love my cats and I really needed Milly these past few days with all of the stuff going awry around here. She always sleeps curled next to me and she's always a great comfort to me when I'm sad. She slept curled next to my belly during my entire pregnancy and purred Baby S to sleep each night. I can tell her anything and she's the guardian of all of my secret hopes and fears. Pets are like that, so forgiving, so full of love for their owners in exchange for just a little love and some food.

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update: I went back to their basement to clean up and turn off lights. I'm very bad about remembering to turn off lights and I wanted to double check to be sure. Imagine my surprise when I discovered the light left on in the basement behind the canvas curtain wasn't my fault. My straight laced little neighbors are horticulturists! How freaking cool is that information? I'm glad I didn't drag my 80 year old neighbor Marcel down there with me like I'd originally planned!

WCB 44 - Pretty Present Kitty

It's Weekend Cat Blog time again.

Here's my little runt Mégot all dressed up like a pretty present; she loved it let me tell you. She actually escaped from the house adorned in this collier and made quite a spectacle of herself parading up the street like a fashion model.

She never goes far when she explores the great outdoors. Just a few doorsteps away and then right back home to her porch. Yep that's right big over sized balled tomcat who keeps leaving his graffiti on my doorstep, a girl cat porch so stay away!

Okay now go visit Kiri and all the other feline adventurers over at eatstuff.com and get fully kitty-ized .

Weekend cat blog - WCB VI

Fresh from a nap Milly contemplates a trek downstairs for a moment at the trough, but is it really worth the energy? Hmm, maybe not...

Please take a moment out of your busy day to check out all the rest of the kitty happenstances at eatstuff.net

Weekend Cat Blog V- I'm So Tired

"I'm so tired, I haven't slept a wink
I'm so tired, my mind is on the blink
I wonder should I get up and fix myself a drink
No, no, no "












Time for a little weekend cat blog at eatstuff.net. Mégot has perfected the art of sleeping her life away. She sleeps so heavily we can actually pick her up and she's often still asleep! Here she is snoozing on our bed. Ahhh the good life!

Weekend Cat Blog IV - Watching the Little Flames Aspire

queer little fire with coals so fat and crooked flames that rise,
no queerer than the little cat with fire in her eyes.

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weekend cat blogging at eatstuff.net

Weekend Cat Blog III -- Do You Love Me?

"You broke my heart, cause I couldn't dance
You didn't even want me around.
And now I'm back, to let you know,
I can really shake 'em down..."

Weekend cat blog II

"I'm just a love machine...and I don't work for nobody but you"

Weekend cat blog

waving hello with a right paw