Life with Shady

Shady came in for breakfast this morning smelling like a geranium. Okay, I must admit, it may have been partly my fault. When I opened the back door, he slipped off the porch and landed in the geranium. He's not too bright about dodging doors and even though he is not the most coordinated cat, he still managed to pull himself back up onto the porch. He was completely unaffected by the entire scene even though I was laughing. When I bent down to put food in his dish, still laughing, I found he smelled like a geranium. Of course I began laughing even more. When I told my sister this evening about the events of the morning, she said "I thought the geranium looked different. I thought it was just looking a little tired because of it's been getting colder." She was laughing as hard as I was.

Don't feel bad for Shady living with a couple of people who laugh at his misfortunes. He is the one with the upperhand. Demanding to get out of bed and outside at 5:30 in the morning and acheiving that goal at least by 6am is just one of many ways he is indulged. He is now playing a new game in the evening, since we try to keep him inside after sundown. He dashes under Laura's bed and waits for her to walk by and then runs out at her and bites her feet. There is a lot of dancing and squealing going on lately.

When Shady is outside his favorite part of the garden, besides chasing butterflies, is hiding behind and attacking the many ornamental grasses. OMG! What is he going to do with the Christmas tree?