Chloe is the first stray cat that showed up here, the mama cat with her two babies Rusty and Dusty. She likes to come inside at night sometimes, especially in cold weather. She sleeps on our bed, but before she goes to sleep, she wants some affection. Here she is one night recently. Mark saved this as a Quicktime movie.
Here it is in another form. Mark is trying to make sure everyone can view the movie.
Sylvester came into the office last week to check on what we were doing. It looks like the planter stand was made for a cat to sit under.
It has been two weeks today, Friday, since Zoe disappeared. We haven’t heard or seen anything about him. I guess it’s time to face facts. He’s probably not coming back home to us.
Our new neighbor, who is building a house down the street on Wildlife Trail, runs an earth-moving company. He asked us if he could park some of his equipment in our driveway overnight because he said that kind of equipment gets stolen pretty frequently. Of course we said yes. He had just pulled this bulldozer onto the driveway when Dusty discovered it. Can you see Dusty?
Poor little Zoe hasn’t showed up yet and there’s no trace of him. He hasn’t had his pain medication for his arthritis or his eyedrops for his glaucoma in a week. The ad we put in the paper started on Tuesday, but we haven’t had any calls. We’ve talked to our three closest neighbors and no one has seen him. I have looked around the neighbors’ yards and Mark has walked up and down the mountain with the dogs and there was no sign of him. It doesn’t make any sense at all.
Sylvester is keeping his eye on you for Halloween.
Poor Zoe has mobility problems. He likes to lie on the sofa, but he doesn’t like jumping any more. He can still do it, but it takes him a few tries to work up the courage.
This is what he wants.
He doesn’t like jumping down much more than he likes jumping up.