Friday cat blogging on Tuesday

PuddyTat is now well enough to join Tim on the cathouse roof for breakfast this morning. Both gals have been very antsy with the wind. They run to the bushes (Mother Nature's litterbox) then run full tilt to either the barn (Tim) or the second story of the cathouse (PT). PT still has a little congestion in her nose but she has far more energy now and comes out of her heated box whenever I open the door. A month ago I wondered if I would lose her. She's a tough old gal.

PuddyTat (left) and Timid are a year apart. They probably had the same father Tancat but different mothers. PT was born in a gopher hole under the carport in 1999. Both love to have their heads scritched but withdraw quickly if my hand strays to where I might pick them up. Tim may remain within sight but PT disappears whenever anyone else is around.