Monday, May 10, 2010

Tooter and tulips


You've met Frankie the dog and William the cat. It's time you met Petunia.

Petunia, Tunia, Tuna, Tooter, Toots, Tooter Muffin - the list of her names is endless, perfectly fitting a cat whose personality is much bigger than her little body. She needed to be big for her britches to stand up to William, who was a grumpy, grown cat when she joined the family as a 7 week-old kitten. No problem.

Have you ever heard the Garrison Keeler song about a cat wanting in, then out, then in again, then out....? It must have been written for Tooter. She has completely destroyed the weather-stripping around every exterior door (inside and out) in both our old house and now this one, scratching to let us know she really, really wants nothing more than to be on the other side of that door. We have yelled. We have squirted her with water. We have tried waiting her out. Now we just get up and open the door.


Petunia is a fair-weather cat. In the winter she grows plump eating both her food and William's, sleeping by the wood stove and occasionally looking out the window to see if it's springtime yet. But once the weather improves it's hard to get her to come inside. The last few days she has been reacquainting herself with all there is to see and chase and catch and eat outside, or running to overtake me on the path so she can fling herself prone in the dirt and entice me into rubbing her soft, leopard-spotted belly.



Tooter is the best snuggler of any cat I have had. She considers it an unalienable right to make herself at home on my lap wherever and whenever I sit down. She hops right up, tucks her nose into my armpit, drapes one paw over my shoulder and purrs herself to sleep. She is better than a blanket on a chilly winter morning.

That's my darlin' Tuna Head.

(Added later: some of you have asked why on earth we don't just get a cat door. Well, one of Petunia's other qualities is that she is a Hunter with a capital H. She can catch anything that moves: mice, rats, snakes, frogs, and until we put a bell on her collar, birds. And being the loving animal she is, she brings these home - dead or, more memorably, alive - to present to us. If you ever get Kim over a mug of beer, ask her about the time she found a live, wriggling salamander inside the pillowcase of the pillow she was sleeping on...)

On a completely different front, a post in May would not be a post if there weren't any photos of what's flowering. So here are the latest tulips to bloom - luminescent flamingo pink ones hanging out in a happy bunch...


...and the first of the poppies to bloom - simple, fresh and exactly the colour of an Orange San Pellegrino drink.

4 comments:

Catherine said...

Hello! Popping over from Life at Golden Pines! Tooter looks like one sweet kitty! Love the stripey spotty belly! :)

Paula said...

There's a saying at my mom's house (she once had eight cats- long story) when you need something but can't get up because you have a cat in your lap.

It's, "Can you get me (insert item: cup of tea, a refill on my scotch, an emery board, whatever)? I have a cat on my lap."

~Kim at Golden Pines~ said...

Beautiful poppies, tulips, AND Petunia too!!! I love cats that have a lot of character, and she certainly seems to have all that and then some!!!

jeanives said...

Thnkas for the inspection tour and cookies yesterday. Love you guys...

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