Sunday, November 26, 2006
I thought I'd show you the flowers for the Thanksgiving table (peach hypericum and orange and yellow roses), and another photo of Meowth.
You were right: he was extremely annoyed when the photo was taken and you can really see that in this pic. He had just been awakened by my daughter so she could take his photo for me. This cat lives under the bed (or on top of it) in the master bedroom. He was my son-in-law's cat, and he seldom came out of the bedroom before my daughter moved in. He still doesn't come out much, and he is afraid of (or disdainful of) many people, but he is now devoted to my daughter.
He is really beautiful and really fat. His fur looks like sable and he has wonderful, shadowy stripes in his fur. Meowth doesn't like the dogs, particularly Bojangles, who is just certain that his main job is chasing all cats away. Callie (see the last post) was a stray dog, who had been living on and around the golf course behind my son-in-law's home for 5-6 weeks, several years ago. Many of the people living around there had tried to catch her, to no avail. One day, my son-in-law saw the dog in his back yard. He opened the door and called to her, and she ran into the house and has never left. She has wonderful, thick, brindle-colored fur and the sweetest disposition. The children climb all over her, and she is so patient with them and never growls, but she looks at you with an expression that says "See how kind and long-suffering I am? Surely you will reward me with an extra treat for dinner!"
She does the same thing with Bojangles, but she will growl at him. He has grown up a lot now (1 yr. old) but when he was a baby, he thought Callie was meant to be his playmate, and he wouldn't ever leave her alone. Bojangles was a stray also, but the vet said he is a very well-bred Beagle. Can you tell I am almost as proud of my grand-animals as I am of my kids?