It's a Cat's Life

So, as I was sitting here pondering ideas for a post, I looked down at the big, gray, snoring, twitching fuzzball to my immediate right.   And I mean - IMMEDIATE.  He has to be touching my leg, even though he is curled in a ball for one of his many daily naps.   Yep, Bandit.   So, why not a post about the world's most spoiled cat?

Bandit is the third feline to grace our household.  Harley was the first- a big ol' Maine Coon that was the smartest animal I have ever been around.  I had him for about 8 years before Big T and Shadow came into the family.   Shadow was just a happy coincidence about six weeks before we got married.  She was found under the porch of our first house, and I couldn't get rid of her.   Thankfully Harley was the best big bro cat and tolerated her kitten ways.

Bandit was  a pseudo-stray.  We were actually at a nursing home to pick up an adult stray when a car pulled up.   We assumed that the driver was putting this gray kitten out, and of course, Big T went to investigate.  Some conversation later and we were heading to my parents' house with two cats.  The older one was left in the barn, and the younger one was deemed our niece's cat that would live with us.   She named him Bandit to go along with our "motorcycle" themed feline trend.

 He was a tiny three pounds when we took him to the vet but otherwise healthy. 

I firmly believe that Shadow never really forgave us for bringing this pest into her otherwise peaceful life. He explored everything. Even where he didn't belong.   Or fit.

Lots of jumping involved to make it on top of the kitchen cabinets!

I know I filed that catnip in here somewhere.

I fit in here, I know I do.

Yep, I think this is a great location for the linen cupboard. Blanket please.

Now that he is an only kitty, he spends most of his day watching the wildlife in the backyard.

This is his squirrel watching pose.

Or napping.  Or getting ready to nap.  Or just waking up from a nap.








He still has a lot of kitty in him, and he likes to chase and fetch a ball, much like Harley did.  Not sure how he survived this awfully mean trick.

He is good to keep you company when you are working on the computer.

Mouse?  What mouse?

Oh, did you want to use this desk space?

Like most felines, he is territorial.  It is ALL his territory. 

My bench looking out my window

My rocking chair

My couch

Unlike most felines, he gets dressed up.

My first Halloween.  I hate you people for this. Aloha.

My first Christmas.  Ho. Ho. Ho.

He is not picky; he is willing to be spoiled by either of us. But Big T spoils him more than I do.

It's a thousand wonders that he knows how to walk as much as he is carried.

Kitty selfie!

 And we have times that are just weird funny strange, like this time that the weather was getting pretty nasty and he was watching the radar go around and around.  Scary.

James Spann is my hero.

And sometimes he is just......solemnly feline.

 

 And, well, he can be more entertaining than an Avengers or Harry Potter movie marathon.