Another week with just one post. I haven’t read any blogs, either. lately, I’m not even playing video games. I pulled the snowblower out for the first time this year. It rattled to life in a haze of blue smoke and several angry grunts. I just grunted back. that’s when the dog started scratching the door to go back inside.
I don’t know why shelter cats lie in their litter boxes. The staff go out of their way to make soft beds available. I think it has something to do with scent. Even though the laundry keeps everything clean, I think they can still smell other cats on the beds. Cat have a better sense of smell than dogs, and dogs are about 200 times better than humans. These two were friendly and didn’t seem too stressed out, so I suppose they prefer the familiar scent of the litter box.
Can’t please everyone… The orange cat just decided that I was no good. I’m at a disadvantage with scared cats. Cats rely on eyes to judge our mood. Wide eyes mean alertness, and in the case of a cat cornered in a cage, confrontation. I try to look at the cats through half lidded eyes, which seems to calm most of them. then I stick a giant camera lens in their face… that must just look like a giant cyclops coming to get them. I’m surprised I don’t get more hisses when I’m taking pictures. Miss Orange should be ok in a couple days. She just got to the shelter yesterday, so she’s still a little freaked out by the whole experience. I managed to get the shot in between hisses, but the best I could do was her sticking her tongue out at me.
