Here and there about Sami and Phoebe — the cat stuff.
There’s a game in our house.It happens at the litter box. It started with Phoebe.Sami would be doing his business, minding his own.And Phoebe would wait quietly nearby… then leap out and scare him mid-poop. He’d jump. Run. Look offended.Then…
Sami likes going to the park.On a leash. Like a dog. We started small, just around the building.But now, he pulls toward the trees like he knows where we’re headed.Tail up. Ears forward. Full strut. He’s not scared of dogs.Actually,…
Phoebe doesn’t like it when I stay up late.She never yells or makes a scene — not at night.She just shows up. She climbs onto my chest, turns a few circles, and settles down like a warm little stone.And if…
Sami had a vet appointment.Just a routine blood test. We brought his favorite carrier, a towel from home, gave him a treat, and told him it would be quick.He didn’t buy it. As soon as we walked into the clinic,…
Sami likes to walk on the patio railing, and we live on the third floor. I tell him not to.He flicks his tail and keeps going. Like it’s his runway. One day, I was on the phone with my husband.I…
I’d been thinking about getting a cat.A friend said it might help. The house had been quiet lately. Too quiet. I wasn’t in a rush.But one night, I started scrolling Kijiji. So many listings. So many tiny faces.It felt quite…