The temptation to pounce on another kitten is strong but there is a strong pull to stay on the drier and warmer piece of wood than to get cold feet on the snow covered ground.
Ready to Pounce
Today is Halloween so the streets will be filled with children dressed up in costumes collecting candy this evening. Pumpkins, ghosts, witches and even black cats are often a symbol of Halloween.
Black cats have served as objects of superstition for years, with Medieval Germany, France and Spain associating bad luck with them. Although in some cultures black cats were worshipped like in Ancient Egypt.
But in the United States, the Puritan Pilgrims distrusted anything associated with witches and sorcery including black cats and they would burn black cats on Shrove Tuesday to protect the home from fire and so black cats have been associated with the Halloween witches.
The bad superstition of black cats have caused them to be the least likely to be adopted (so I guess no one will want the two little black kittens at the farm). But some animal shelters will not allow adoption of black cats near Halloween as some ‘owners’ use them for living decorations and then abandon them.
Course you can’t believe this cute face on this black kitten, as moments before I had to peel it off my head where it was having fun racing around my back and head and it was living up to the Halloween tradition of being a monster.
Halloween Monster
After breakfast yesterday, the two kittens at the farm (one orphaned and one semi-orphaned who became buddies) disappeared and didn’t return last night. So we don’t know if they hitched a ride under the vehicle, like one kitten used to do on multiple occasions, or if they decided to go on a Sunday stroll and wandered too far from the buildings and got ‘losted’. At least no signs of them squished on the highway at least but we still don’t know where they disappeared to.
Lost on a Sunday Stroll
If my cat Dutch hadn’t died in May this year, today would have been his 12th birthday. But his spirit must be roaming around the house yet since I heard a noise in the kitchen today and found my thermometer knocked over – the same one he would knock over and try to shove off the counter when I wouldn’t get out of bed in the morning to let him out on the porch. And I sure could use his help guarding my porches as the chipmunks are terrorizing my flower pots and a squirrel chewed several holes in my screen to get on the screen porch so I miss my critter watchman.
Critter Guard
Apparently when I mention I was taking flower pictures, the watchful cat thought I was taking the flowers and not just photographing them as I had another escort when photographing in a neighbor’s yard.
Flower Guard
Today is Tippy’s birthday, a cat I raised on a bottle and was the star of my children’s book. She turns seven today but she is not a happy birthday girl since after my other house cat died, I figure she could use some company of other cats and put her in the small house with a fenced in run. Well she is not happy with the new accommodations at all and is now a snarly, hissing cat.
Click the play button to hear the ‘happy’ birthday girl.
Unhappy Birthday Girl
It is finally getting warm enough to plant some flowers, which the chipmunks like to ‘unplant’ for me and now they will be even braver to come on the porch to unearth the plants since my cat, Dutch, went to the happy hunting ground as he passed away yesterday afternoon. Hunting chipmunks was the rare time had patience as he could watch the hole where chipmunk had disappeared for hours. He wasn’t very successful but seemed to enjoy it and still had one last hunt Saturday evening even if his eye sight might have been failing him in his old age since I had to point out the chipmunk for him.
The Last Hunt