Going to extreme cuteness here.
Habeeb just appeared one morning.
I was putting out breakfast for the backyard bunch, and (the late, lamented) Albert the Feral came around the corner of the house, and chirped over his shoulder. Habibi came trotting after him, out of his bachelor pad in our basement.
He’d found her in the night, and kept her safe in his safe place.
Because things like that just happen to her.
She came up to the porch, saw the kitchen door, realized that THAT was where we kept the inside, and walked in.
Later we found an empty cat carrier in our hedge, with the remains of a can of wet food.
(And other remains indicating that she had been terrified by the whole thing. I cleaned matching crap out of her fur.)
Habeeb is basically your perfect cat: sweet-tempered, playful, and gentle.
She’s basically an indoor cat, despite having a catflap. But she prefers the outside to using her cat box. Her only real issues are a tendency to nibble, and Sextus’ inexplicable TERROR of her. Does this cat look intimidating to you? I think maybe she tried to play with him.
I think maybe she tried to play with him.
She’s a little more perfect than we are, though, which is hard on her.
Here she is all “What is this FOOT doing in my photo-shoot?”
This kind of thing happens to her a lot.
So here is another photoshoot, minus foot.
She just poses like this all the time.
And falls asleep anywhere, not matter how precarious, and never falls off.
Though, once again, her perfection is marred by my carelessness, here in the placement of that box in her foreground.
So very thoughtless of me.
She’s very patient with us though.
Maybe if she gets our fingers good and properly groomed and chomped, we’ll get our acts together – after all, catupuncture totally works!