My ferals are not rock stars
It is spring cleaning time. This morning I put on some old albums from days gone by. The Very Best of Deep Purple is music to scrub floors and walls by~ A few minutes into the music and the cats come racing up the tunnel into the house…yes, I was playing the music loud. They appeared to be on alert, so I got off the cleaning patrol and peeked out the window to see what scared them. I couldn’t see a thing out of the ordinary. Several of the cats were racing up and down the stairs, and most of them were running amuck in the house, or up and down the tunnel.
It was raining really hard and I thought maybe a storm was coming, or something perhaps worse. I turned off my music to see if i could hear any thunder. All I heard was wind and rain. But now, my cats were calming down, so I just figured it was a strange time for them and cranked the music up…Bedlam ensued! Cats were scrambling and running about. Hmmm…I turned the music off, and once again the cats started to calm down. Ah Ha, they are not fond of rock music (I rarely play it) because Mike isn’t fond of it either. One of the only generation gaps we notice in our marriage.
I put on some celtic music instead and all was calm in the cat world. Of course it also slowed down my pace of cleaning the house and I only managed to get the downstairs done.
We finally retired Mr. Sofa after 6 years of service. He endured a lot of cat claws and cat spray, and he comforted many a sick kitty, but his stuffing was coming out and his better days are done. He was the designated kitty couch, scratching post and cat bed. But he has been replaced by a Click Clack with a protective cover. I really do not want any cat to baptize the new bed. Mr Sofa was tossed on the burn pile today and when we torched it, we thanked this old sofa for his years of faithful service. Tomorrow we tackle the guest room where he served his time. We are completely redoing the room, painting, carpeting and trimming it out. Then the stairwell will be decorated as well- I am going to paint the hallway and then put paw-prints all up and down the wall. There have been enough feral cats running up and down the stairs and the walls over the years, might as well pay tribute to them. 