tele_mark says:
OK, so here is an example of what we call the "orange gene", the "orange attitude", or "being possessed". This is what I found this morning. These are sediment filters for my well. They were in a box on the floor next to the well tank in the basement. They are tightly wrapped in plastic and weight 1 lb each, and are $13 each. Somehow, he got them out of the box, which wouldn't have been easy, and then dragged them upstairs and then completely shredded one and started on another.I couldn't find Storm anywhere -- he was probably waiting for me to explode. Instead, I couldn't stop laughing, and he finally gingerly came out of hiding. Ambercat, on the other hand, was quite proud of himself! Of course, now I have to keep an eye on him again for awhile in case he was trying to literally eat the filter.
tele_mark says:
Mikesch, just visible in the second window from the right, sitting on the cat perch. Or, alternative caption -- coyote's brief view of things, before they quickly make like ghosts again -- if they know what's good for them!
tele_mark says:
The Retiree, resting after a strenuous stretch of sleeping on the grass in the shade for several hours, in preparation for resting inside on the rug after the draining sprawl on the lounge chair under the awning.
tele_mark says:
He definitely likes and trusts me, but like Storm, he doesn't like being picked up at all. That's the last thing left that defines them as definitely still and always feral. If you pick up Storm and hold him past maybe 20 seconds and relent, you'll need Band-aids at best!