
Fourteen years old today (give or take a month or so).
Been a busy life, but he’s still an active hunter and demanding tenant.
Fourteen years old today (give or take a month or so). Been a busy life, but he’s still an active hunter and demanding tenant….

Fourteen years old today (give or take a month or so).
Been a busy life, but he’s still an active hunter and demanding tenant.
Oh, man, I would so not get in the way of *that* cat. From the look on his face, he is a butt kicker of major proportions.
Don’t Mist that I also consider him a cutie pie. Wouldn’t want to crack the macho facade, eh?
Yay!
Happy birthday Mist kitty!
Mist has been an anti-social survivor and scrapper from day 1, when I found him abandoned as a too-young in a storm drain, sick and infested and all sorts of awfuls. Emergency vet visit and TLC later, he’d grown up with a milky (cauterized) eye, a penchant for hunting (mice, birds, hummingbirds), and a major ‘tude. Not even having that one eye turn cancerous and have to be removed changed that.
He’s warmed up a fair amount since — demanding attention when he wanders into the room (be it the family room at 7 p.m. or our bedroom at 6 a.m.), curling up on 3/4 of the bed, etc. He still brooks no unwanted interference, as Katherine has discovered. But even though he spends a lot more time sleeping on the front or back porch than once he did, he’s still lean, trim, and ready for action.
Aside from a tendency, though fixed, to like marking the house (heater vents in particular, anything plastic on the ground if not) when under stress, he’s a good cat.
Wow 14! Happy birthday Mist. 🙂