31May21: Andy still finds ’em scary!

“Hey, Andy!”

Once I get his attention, I point out the new block formation…

…on the end table.

Andy doesn’t react, so I knock it down to see if it interests him then. Nope!

But when I set up this small line, he comes closer.

Too much! He hops back onto the ottoman.

Tempted, but wary…

…he doesn’t budge from the ottoman.

He looks to me for reassurance.

So close but no cigar!

So I knock it down. After a short look, Andy runs off. These blocks are taking lots of time for Andy to accept!

30May21: naps are catching…

Andy’s looks like he’s fading!

Yes, the little darling is about to take a nap.

See! I predicted correctly!

It must be catching. I feel like a nap now, too.

29May21: Andy’s decision…

Andy left the room for a bit. I thought he’d decided to leave the lined blocks alone.

But no! He came back to…

…exam this change in his territory.

He climbed onto the end table. Amazingly, he stepped around the blocks, not knocking them down!

Then he turned to get off the end table…chain reaction!

I can tell Andy’s not amused.

28May21: “What is it?” – Andy still hasn’t the nerve to confront it…

Andy sees it…

…and is curious.

Deep thought.

“Should I check it out?”

[Crickets…] Andy’s still not sure what to make of these lined up blocks. Stay tuned!

27May21: Andy likes ’em violent!

“Seafood run amok?” Hee! Hee!

“Whatcha watchin’, Andy?”

“Godzilla must be bragging about the size of fish he caught…”

No, Andy likes to watch violent movies, and these Japanese lizard movies are especially intriguing.

26May21: Andy meets a new toy…

Andy doesn’t know what to think about this.

He examines the line of blocks…

…yet still hasn’t a clue. (How it stayed up, I don’t know!)

I show Andy how they knock down.

He still is perplexed!

I have a bag of 300 of these blocks. When I find a better place to set them up, I’ll see if I can get Andy “into” knocking them down! He usually  knocks things off of high places, and this looked like a natural for his amusement. I still think it is.




25May21: new fun with an old toy…

The Neko Kattipede! Andy hasn’t seen this in some time.

It interests my kitty boy! 

He takes a closer look.

The classics are the best!


Saki, Andy’s Seattle kitty “cousin”, lines her mousie toys in a line. I told my sister, Saki’s “hoomin”, that Andy takes after me – things land where they land, and tough! Maybe I should trade kitties. LOL!


24may21: a mystery…

Andy’s been trying to tell me something, but I just don’t get it.

I think he’s upset with me.

He gives me another chance…

…but mostly just gives up. “Dumb ‘hoomin’!”

23May21: Andy slips…um sleeps on the perilous edge

Andy manages…

…to sleep…

…in a perilous position.

Once, he actually rolled off, but, of course, being a cat, he “meant to do it”!

Hope the kitty: Sad news from Salmon Brook Farms…

Lavinia Ross emailed me some news yesterday, news followers of her quarterly update on Salmon Brook Farms blog posts will find sad. Poor Hope the ginger kitty had been in poor health for several months, and all efforts to restore her health were, sadly, to no avail. Lavinia writes:

Hope was born to a feral mother under the old doublewide on the same site as the new house. She and her brother Marcus were absorbed into our family, where they have been loved and cherished.

Hope had been having some intermittent problems with stool, which turned bloody and resulted in a trip to the ER in late January.  The usual interventions were tried first, with no success.  A mass at the ileocecal junction was eventually found on ultrasound, as well as several enlarged lymph nodes.  Given all the data, including muscle wasting, this was deemed most likely to be cancer, and a palliative course of treatment was agreed upon, with the intention of buying her as much quality time as we could. Hope made some progress, and held her own for a while.  She seemed happy to be here, and I was pleased to be able to give her time, and Rick and me additional time with her.

Hope eventually developed ascites, a build up of fluids secreted into the abdominal space, in the last couple of weeks. Although she seemed hungry and thirsty, she became unable eat and drink in the last two days. Fluid was accumulating at a high rate as the cancer was progressing.  Hope’s time had come, and her vet made room in a very busy schedule to help her cross the Great Divide in peace and safety.  We had a good morning together that day.  I gave her the usual morning meds and kept to routine, folded laundry with her, read for a bit and took a short nap.  I spent a while talking to her before I put her in the carrier for the last ride.  She meowed quite a bit on the way over, and it was an hour drive, but once we got to the parking lot, called the office with the space number we were in, I got into the back seat with her and talked some more until the tech came to get us.  She was calm by then, looked me in the eye, and I had the feeling she understood this was a transition, I was there and all was well.  The vet tech took her into the clinic to put in the catheter, and then they brought me in to have some time alone with her before the vet came in to give Hope her release.  It was a state of the art room (new facilities) with subdued lighting and soft towel ready to receive her.  I had brought Hope’s brush along, and brushed her for a while.  She loved that soft brush.  The vet knocked on the door softly, and we discussed things one last time.  We agreed this was the day, Hope’s quality of life was slipping, and there was nothing more to do.  Hope was calm, quiet and clear-eyed, and gently sank down into the blanket as the injections kicked in.   It was almost Zen-like.  The vet was very respectful and gentle, almost reverent in how the process was handled.

Rest in Love, dear little Hope.

Hugs to Lavinia and Rick. Hope will be missed. This has been a year of transition for the cats of Salmon Brook Farms, a sad one. We will miss their places in Lavinia’s reports, but carry them in our hearts.