Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Weekend Spy Mission

The neighbors have a cat.  A kitten, to be more precise.  A kitten with the run of the neighborhood and  our lawn, flower beds and back patio. He likes to be with people and will spend hours chasing bugs and rolling in the needles and sap under the cedars while you work in the garden.

He is oh so squeeable and I'm rather chagrined to say .. everything my cats are not.  Oh, Murray and Mr. Tippy are adorable in their way .. but they are definitely not cuddlers and oh please do not try to pick them up .. they had just about as much of that nonsense a couple weeks after they were born.  They'll occasionally jump up in lap if it belongs to Bruce and it happens to be that special time of day that is their own particular Daddy hour.  Mr. Tippy gets his time in while Bruce is relaxing after the morning rush and Murray gets nap time in the afternoon. Once in a long while, Murray will come snooze on my lap and Mr. Tippy cuddles up with us at bedtime.

The neighbor's kitty, who goes by the name of Spy this week (Whiskers last week) is one of those charming little fellows that loves to see you coming and will drop what he's doing to purr like a little lawn mower.  He wants to cuddle, preferably up in your arms so he can rumble his way to sleep on your chest.  I miss cats that like to purr and cuddle and .. well there's nothing quite like a cat pn your chest to get you off to a great nap.

A couple of weekends ago, Spy's family was away for the weekend and it seems Spy was lonely for company, following a young girl home many, many blocks from here. She and her parents brought him back just as we returned from a night celebrating Richard and Cécile's 5th Canadian anniversary.  I offered to take him in and although he couldn't come into the house, he made himself right at home in our garage. It was almost a shame to give him back on Sunday evening when his family returned.  It's a good thing kittens and kids go together like peanut butter and jelly or I might have been tempted more sorely.


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