How many times have you heard the phrase “curiosity killed the cat”? Fortunately for us cat lovers, the phrase is terribly misused compared to its origin. Our cat’s curiosity is a much-needed characteristic for survival amongst the feline species.
Kitty Korner
Tis the season for family gatherings, seasonal décor, costuming, house guests, travel plans and gifting. Are you ready? Humans spend a lot of time planning for the holidays, while our feline family carries on with their day-to-day routine.
Living in southeast Louisiana, we are accustomed to summer afternoon storms and hurricanes. We are fortunate to have weather apps, and local forecasters to help us plan and prepare. As we all know planning for “scattered” showers can be tricky, but we tend to acclimate.
Summer trips have come to an end and kids are gearing up for the beginning of school, which means one thing: football season! Much excitement brews as football training camp begins and news about your favorite team getting back into the game.
Growing up, watching cartoons of cats, dogs, birds and mice cohabitating unsuccessfully was more a game than a problem. The grey and white tomcat always chased the brown mouse. Their antics would wreak havoc throughout the house and would catch the attention of a human.
Crouch down low, watch, and when it’s just the right moment … wobble your back paws and pounce! Whether your kitty is pouncing live prey outside or their mouse toy inside, cats are playful despite their reputation for sleeping 12 to 18 hours per day.
Stories have often depicted cats as independent, living on a farm or outside in an urban setting. Occasionally the cat would come inside for a bowl of milk, take a nap on the rug then return outside.
How many times have you heard the phrase “curiosity killed the cat”? Fortunately for us cat lovers, the phrase is terribly misused compared to its origin. Our cat’s curiosity is a much-needed characteristic for survival amongst the feline species.
“Chico, stop staring at me!” I yell at Chico, my vagabond cat, as he does his nightly staring routine. He sits on the floor of the living room and stares at me so intently that you can see the prism of his eyes. His gaze, keen and focused, does not relay any particular emotion, just a stare.
Chico, my cat, is a vagabond. Before the pandemic he would rise early with my husband, get fed and roam the streets until early evening. He also had developed a reputation on our Marigny block as a little bit of a bully.