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I’m glad you’re off work, but I’m ***so*** happy to see a new picture of Charlotte. I’ve wanted to ask how she was doing more than few times but, given her age and that vicious attack, I was afraid the answer might be too sad.

My latest theory is she was attacked by an owl. (Hope the link works)

https://retrieverman.net/2012/10/29/barred-owl-attacks-cat/

Next time you post about her, I’ll no doubt have a different one.

I’ve been in the habit of keeping a live stream on from Tiger Lake (big cat rescue in Florida).

Usually stars Andy who in big cat years is about where I am. He still looks amazing although he spends a bit more time sleeping than I do.

A big cat of set habits, he goes for a swim and a walk every morning at about 7:35 EST. https://explore.org/livecams/cats/big-cat-rescue-tiger-lake

First, Charlotte looks like the Queen of Weasel Manor.

Second, judging by the footprints in the snow, Uncle B has ginormous feet.

Oh, well. That’s my online time doubled. Or worse.

A slight ‘tiger problem’, I have to confess.

Thanks for the link, peacelovewoodstock 🙂

Oh, and Alice – Charlotte is asleep beside me on the sofa, as I type. She is the living embodiment of Dylan Thomas’s ‘Force that through the green fuse’.. I have never known a creature with such will or determination.

We are both in awe of her.

Yes, funny you should mention that.. I said the same to The Weasel (about my feet).

She just laughed.

AliceH, we have owls and other raptors where I live – as well as bear, cougar, bobcat, coyotes, and surely other critters not pet-friendly. One woman near has cats that she used to let out unsupervised.

Until the time she opened the slider to the deck just in time to scare away a huge owl diving on one of the cats. The cat was huddled against the railing, expecting the end.

So pleased to see Charlotte looking healthy and interested in her surroundings.

True, cats do not show their age much at all, until maybe near the very end of their lives. Marie-Antoinette, the long-haired super-smart black cat, at about age 10 suddenly displayed gray on the edges of her ruff, astonishing us. We were even more floored when, within a couple of weeks, the gray vanished and Marie was the same black with faint brown tinges she’d always been. (I told Linda to check her stores of Clairol and Nice ‘n’ Easy, and see if any was missing.)

Marie lived to be about 13, and looked much the same in her last weeks as she had when she first came to have us as her servants.

Walking in his foot steps
Or
stalking a ginormous BADGER in her mind.

You decide.

There are times when Delilah wraps up in combat with the backdoor throw rug, raking it with her hind paws, and
staring at ME all the while.

I can’t help sometimes but think she’s thinking “Oh, yes, my pretty. This is YOU! this is YOU! bwaaahahahahahahaha!”

this is why when she starts wandering around at 3:00 AM and shouting “where arrrrrrrr youuuuuuuuuuuuu” I always answer.
Best to stay on her good side.

I wish I had an all over coat of black and white fur covering my wrinkles.