pets

Here’s her new sleeping quarters….(we checked in the middle of the night last night, and she was still right there next to Fiona.) Notice that the cat is UNDER the covers with a PILLOW for her head. Sure beats sleeping in the garage in a box with old blankets!!!

I’m sure Granby is happy, but I think Fiona is probably even happier.

Meet Granby (named after a wrestling move.) She’s our new cat.

Granby appeared just before Christmas. We really didn’t want to encourage her, but it was in the middle of a very cold spell, so we fixed her a box in the garage with lots of fuzzy blankets and put out food and fresh water for her.

Granby is very friendly and quite social. She loves to cuddle and is amazingly tolerant and good natured. She’s put up with “dancing” the Nutcracker standing on her hind legs with Fiona and being worn like a scarf by Fiona without ever getting upset. She and Molly avoid each other, but she and Spartan always nuzzle when they see each other (I guess they have a lot in common, both are black, both eat rodents, both get bossed around by Molly).

Six weeks later she’s still around. We decided we either needed to find her a “real” family or take her in ourselves. She couldn’t live her entire life as an outside cat. It was torture to watch her looking in the window and to hear her mewing.

Guess what we decided?

Last night was supposed to be her debut as a house cat because we were getting back too late from a wrestling tournament to pick the dogs up from the kennel and she would have the house to herself. Because of a poorly organized tournament and white-out blizzard conditions for 100 miles, we got home much later than we expected and Granby wasn’t around.

Even though it was almost midnight, even though he had his pajamas on, even though (he claims) he doesn’t like pets, Kevin went out into the freezing cold night and walked around and called until he found Granby so he could bring her inside.

Welcome home Granby!! You’re already loved very much.

Well “Sparty, Sparty, King of the Party” (as Jack calls him) has been here about ten days and I guess, so far so good.

He’s VERY good about sleeping in his crate, is still pretty lazy, likes to play fetch and is working hard at digging a hole to China in the front yard. He’s also in danger of being loved to death by Fiona.

Owen has realized that being a “doggie daddy” is a lot of work, although he has been very good about getting up at 7 AM for the morning playtime shift.

Jack is pretty mellow about the whole thing and steps in when we need him to.

Kevin still maintains that he doesn’t really like dogs (although Spartan was his idea.)

Molly is getting used to him and they have a couple of playtimes everyday before she gets fed up.

I even caught them snuggling on the sofa for a nanosecond before Molly realized someone was watching and she got huffy and moved.