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Chitter Chitter


IMG_3722Weather is warming up, here at Casa Thunderpaws.  This is evidenced by the birds and other wildlife that have come to call.

It’s been warm enough to start opening the windows in the afternoons.  This has made the cats quite happy.  There are new smells to energize kitty brains.

This little fellow caused quite a stir.  All three of the Hellboys were in the window, and he was scolding them no end!

Go away!  Don’t look at me!  This is my patio!

Scram!  Scoot!  Skedaddle!

One by one, the Hellboys left the window.  If Mr. Squirrel wasn’t going to come inside to play, they had other cat business to attend to.



IMG_1540Sunday morning it snowed.  Large, white flakes, blowing nearly sideways.  The boys, Max and Puck were utterly entranced by it.  Every so often, they would paw at the window, trying to catch a flake or two.  That’s the neighbor’s barn in the background.

We got about 4 inches.  By 2pm, the sun was out and everything started to melt.  Most of the snow was gone by Monday.



Phred: 13 pounds, 1 year

Phred is our educated cat; he has a PhD in feline.  You may call him Doctor Phred.  He’s another hand-raised boy from the same vet, though not from the same family as Max and Puck.  He was abandoned in a drainage ditch as a wee little furbot.

We brought him home last year when he was just weaned off formula, a tiny little thing of barely a pound.  Now, he’s following Max’s example of girth, growing into a small, compact tank of a cat.  So much so, his middle name is Sherman.  He is one solid little boy.  A brick.  A tank.

Phred makes us laugh.  He has a take-no-prisoners, live-with-gusto attitude.  Cats are supposed to be graceful, aren’t they?  Phred didn’t get that memo.  He’s an all or nothing type of fellow.  Leap, then look!



Puck: 9 pounds 8 ounces, 3 years

Puck is Max’s biological brother.  They don’t look a thing alike, do they?  He went into the vet as well, and I think, received even more attention. His fur is so soft and silky, you can’t stop petting him.

Puck was much more of a trooper than his brother.  He was quite happy to be out of the carrier and wandering around the exam room. A little sniff here.  A little sniff there.  I’m sure he thought that was one strange place.

Another clean bill of health!  We were a bit concerned, as he’s lost 1/2 a pound since last year, but that’s been chalked up to more exercise and the early onset of summer.  Even cats don’t want to eat when it’s over 100!

Puck the irresistible.  Can you look into those baby blues and deny him anything?  I can’t.