Zoe got another short cut last week. Now when he lies down his cute, little pink belly is really obvious.
It’s more noticeable when he walks because it sags. I think maybe he needs a girdle.
On a more serious note, we think he might be hurting more lately. Thursday night when he came to the door wanting in, he hesitated. I petted him to encourage him to come in, and he meowed loudly and hissed. Then he hissed another couple of times once he was inside. He has a kind of stilted walk that looks really awkward, which our vet thinks is because of his arthritis. He takes pain medication, but cats can’t take all the different types of medications that dogs can.
Zoe has always liked to play patty cake. Sometimes he does it from behind a door. This time he was in one of the kitchen chairs.
He looks like he’s giving me five down low.
We’re a little late again. Mark says it’s because once you retire, every day is Saturday, so we keep forgetting when the rest of the world is on Friday.
Anyway, this is what Zoe looks like a lot of the time since he’s been staying outside.
This is not the worst he has been. He likes to stay under the two big loropetalums at the side of the house. The cold snap we had killed almost every leaf on the bushes, so the ground under them is littered with dead leaves. Zoe’s fur picks them up pretty well. He usually has one or two near his rear end. We say it’s the latest new fashion trend among cats, the butt leaf.
Special Saturday Edition
Where in the world is Zoe?
He has started making himself a little nest between the two gardenias next to our driveway. This photo was taken a while back. The gardenias have both filled in a lot since then. Now it’s even harder to see him when he’s in there.
When Smokey wants to come in, he sits down at the door and looks in. When Lucy wants in, she barks. I think Smokey disapproves.