Surprise in the Shrubs

I discovered something strange in my garden the other day. At first I thought it was a mean old raccoon but then I realized it was a Moose! Or to be more accurate the Moose, Moose the dog. My person's dog. ( I know, its hard to tell under all that hair!)

Now I'm a friendly guy, don't get me wrong, but I wasn't so sure about this dog when I first met him. Allison (that's my person) says he's just jealous because when she left home he was her number one guy, but now he has to share her with me. And I don't mind sharing, but this particular dog is a bit grumpy, and missing a few teeth. So imagine my surprise when I came around a tomato plant and there he was soaking in the sun like a chrysanthemum. The way I figure it, anybody who loves my garden as much as I do can't be all bad? I think I'll reserve my judgement until later, I'd like to see where he stands on some other important issues, like comfortable chairs, or naps.

Death From Above

As you might have guessed my new garden is my favorite place. Not just because of the assortment of delicious bugs or the captivating things my person calls birds, but also because of something called shade. Shade is amazing. I am especially interested in it for it's wonderful nap capabilities. I've discovered, quite by accident, that an orange cat such as myself can sleep in the shade for hours. My person found it quite amusing that while on guard duty at the base of my tree a "squirrel" happened upon me and began to incessantly yell at me from a roof out of reach. Not so soon ready to give up my new found garden I bravely sat my ground on yonder fence come hell or high water, or as the case may be, a gentle breeze and cool leafy shade. I mean come on, so I took a little nap, squirrel chatter can be quite soothing....

Regardless I learned my lesson about the temptations of shade while on guard duty, for while during my gentle napping a terror sprung upon me with an explosion and bombs from above. I narrowly escaped with my life. My person says not to worry that these monsters are just called "fireworks" and that I should take a day or two off and hang out inside the air conditioned house where it's quiet, but I am unsure. There is such commotion outside, who will protect my garden?

Buddies I share my garden with...and my bed.

Allow me to introduce my new buddies, well old buddies, well old guys that are new buddies. Well anyway, these guys live in my new house. They've lived here their whole lives (which is twice as long as I've been alive). This is Baby Kitty, though Bubba Kitty probably would have been more apropos. He wasn't too keen to meet me on account that he mostly just likes to sleep and get scratches, and I mostly just like to play...all hours of the night. I finally won him over however by seducing him with my person's bed. It's a really big, really soft, really cat-tastic kind of bed, and I let him nap on it. Well, let him might be a loose translation as he is twice my size, but I digress.

This is Oliver. As you can tell, he enjoys light reading.... as a pillow. I like him the most because he occasionally plays Whack The Tail with me and never is mean to me. He's pretty cool because at night he makes the strangest and most diverse Old Man snoring noises. Occasionally waking me, my person, and himself up from a dead sleep. He also is a pretty big fan of my person's really big bed. Me and my person are happy to share, or so she says. She does tend to grumble a bit when all three of us are in bed with her, but I chalk that up to indigestion.

Then there's me. I like the bed too. I mean who wouldn't, its huge and all my buddies hang out there!

Allow me to introduce myself

My name is Errol and I'm an orange cat. My person's name is Allison and she just moved me back home with her to Portland. Im glad because Montana was so cold that my fur was always static electric. And I mean always! Rub my back, get a shock. Chase my tail, get a shock. Lean in for face rubs and a nudge, shock! I hated it, but I love my person and her heated mattress cover so I put up with it. But now... I have a garden... with bugs in it! Oh man is it sweet. In fact now that you mention it's right around prime bug time now, gotta go!