The openness of dogs, and cats, to new ways of living.
Today’s picture parade needs a short introduction.
When Jean and I moved from San Carlos in Mexico to Payson, Arizona, we came with twelve dogs and seven cats of which all but one (Pharaoh) were rescues from the Mexican streets over the years; many from before Jean and I met each other.
That was five years ago and, inevitably, some of the dogs and cats have died of old age.
Since we arrived here in Merlin, Oregon, three years ago this October, the five cats we came with have been living in our largish double garage that, as you can imagine, is pretty cold during the winter. One cat died last year and Jean and I were thinking how nice it would be to bring the remaining four cats into the house.
Thus, just over a week ago, we brought two of the cats, George and Mitts, across to the house and the following pictures reveal a little of how that has gone.
Wow! What’s this that Mummy is holding? A guess at what Cleo could be thinking!
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Jean combing Mitts very soon after it came into the house much to the interest of Cleo and Sweeny (whose head can just be seen by the edge of the table). Mitts has not a single tooth in her head, by the way.
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Little Pedy was totally nonchalant about the arrival of Mitts right from the start.
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As this photograph underscores.
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Pedy is just as happy with George.
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The cats have adopted my office as their new home, with Mitts demonstrating how to fit a cat into a small bin!
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Meanwhile, George has found his resting spot under a small table.
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But not if the settee in the den is vacant.
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Plus, a sunny area of the carpet suits Mitts better than the bin.
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I hope to update you with the news of how the final two cats make the transition into the house in two or three weeks time.