He is not allowed to go outside, so he has no other cats to fight over territories, no birds or mice to catch and no fields to roam. But he will be save from cars hitting him like they did the three cats we had before him.

This is his way to let off some steam. Now if I could only find a way to let off some steam too. It has been a tough week. No big events, but still some stuff happening, some late night worrying and a lot of feeling eshausted. I really need to unload, but I don’t know how.

Fighting with dh, like that cat of ours, will not be the right way…

(poor husband, he needs to unload even more, same stuff happening + a very heavy workload. Maybe we should plan a short vacation or something like that…)

He is always on the look out for a new place to sleep. A pile of bags we left lying around after some exhausting shopping needed to be tested too. He has been sitting there completely satisfied for … um … minutes, until he tried to lie down and discovered the plastic bag (yeah, I know – I was too exhausted to fight those ladies who put everything in a bag so fast, you always realize it only when they hand it over) was too slippery to curl up comfortably.
Maybe it’s just my tired brain, but I suddenly realized there was a lesson in his behavior, an example.
Let’s be like that cat: eager to try something new, satisfied with the experience and than happily returning to safe, familiar places if it doesn’t work out…

He really wanted to sleep on my (clean) laundry, but the basket of clothespins was on top of it (on purpose, to keep him from sleeping in my laundry).
So he decided to compromize: he is sleeping in the basket that is on top of the laundry. And also on top of the clothespins, so I doubt if he is really comfortable.
But hey, it’s all a matter of principle, isn’t it?

Since our last cat died, we have been feeling that the house was empty. So today I went to the shelter and got ourselves another one.
Meet Daniel (though I don’t know how long that name will stick, he reacts a lot better to “Beest” (animal), which is what we used to call our last cat and accidentely started calling him).
He’s ten, probably even twelve years or older. That’s what we went for, since the road we live on is so busy that a lot of cats die. We liked to give an older cat a home for a while, hoping that he would be old enough to stay off the road and knowing nobody else would have taken him, so at least he would have a good last few years even if he died on that road.
But for now, he stays inside and enjoys exploring our home and getting to know our family.