Saturday, January 29, 2011
I thought the house was extra quiet...
Guess who didn't come home last night?
Meet Ferris. Our not-quite orange, almost pink kitty.
He is our favorite little weirdo.
He loves to manipulate objects, and is often found where things have been dragged, pushed, shoved, tumbled, or knocked over.
He is a fearless, and very successful, hunter: gophers beware!
He is a luver cat... full of nose kisses, and affection. When he is in the mood, he is relentless, all purr and paws, and those slobbery little kisses on the nose.
When Ferris isn't purring and napping, he is getting himself into some kind of trouble or another. Popoki.
One more thing I have not mentioned about Ferris... he loves cars. He loves to sleep on Geoff's Mini. And he loves to explore inside our Odyssey. He is even happy to go for a ride. Sometimes we bring him along on errands around town, and he happily picks a lap to cozy on, then watches the sights go whizzing by.
Last night, unseen, Ferris got into the Odyssey, and that is exactly where Geoff found him this morning: pawing, like a frantic puppy, on the window, hoping to get someone's attention. "Come see the saddest thing in the world," Geoff called to me. I thought he meant something like a cornered gopher, or a discarded chocolate cake, not a weirdo kitty begging to come out of the family ride!
Poor, poor kitty.