Our cats have it made. We often pass by them lounging so leisurely on the back of the couch or on the ledge of our loft or turned upside down on the edge of the bed, and we say, "oh to have it so easy".
As it turns out, their mother (which we named Mabel) knew exactly what she was doing. June of 2007, their mother delivered them along with three other kittens in our shed. She immediately liked us (well of course we had to feed her), and carted her kittens here and there around our yard hiding them and nursing them. She hid two of them underneath my dad's truck (tucked under a fender somehow) and they ended up going to work with my dad (unknowingly) and we never knew what happened to them. The other one, Tiger, was a little too mischievious for his own good. He wandered off one day and never returned. So, we were left with the two sisters which Joy named Bambi and Matty.
Mabel was a spunky, dog-despising, gutsy little thing. She managed to get into one too many scrambles with the wrong dog and received injuries from which she never recovered. So, when she died, the two kittens were just weaned. Joy instantly became their mother. By this time it was September or October. Well, when November came around and it started getting cold, we just couldn't stand to see them at our door "wishing" to come in. They looked so pitiful. So we took them to the vet, got their shots, bathed, treated for fleas, and brought them into their new home. I'll never forget that first day. They were walking around amazed at their new pad! But of course, it didn't take them long at all to become accustomed to their new life. I often think how pleased Mabel would be to know two of her babies made well with their lives! lol!
Today I'm going to share a little bit of the "easy life" of Matty and Bambi. Matty is the black one. Bambi is the grey striped one. For the most part, they are good cats, and entertain us thoroughly.
They're never at a shortage for lovin' and they are rotten!
No opposum has anything on her....Matty will play dead. lol! Joy just flops her over on her back and there she stays.
Then there's the times that we just have to annoy them a little. We turned on our Robomaid and they weren't too sure about that.
They love to play dress up; Can't you tell? :)
Bambi especially loves Polly Pockets and all their clothes. We put them upstairs and she drags them right back downstairs and plays with them. She's a girly cat.
Apparently, Groovy Girls are more Matty's style. She's was caught lounging in the groovy girl tent.
Bambi "thinks" she can play the piano. We're trying to teach her chopsticks.
Occasionally a furry visitor makes it in from the fields around the house, and they enjoy "toying" with the poor thing. (Please disregard the dusty floors...we were putting out Christmas stuff at this time...we had boxes everywhere with lots of dust!)
After all that playing, a nap on the sunporch is nice.
Or maybe in that sunny spot in the bedroom.
Then maybe lie in the windowsill and see what's happening to the not-so-lucky creatures out in the big world.
Ah....this is the life!