I hear you knocking....but you can't come in.

One of my favorite things is when my whole pack and I go for walks together.  We do it a lot here!  There hasn't been any snow at all and not even much rain, but it has been pretty chilly sometimes.  

Well, one day a little while ago, we all went down to the "passagiata."  That's a nice, brick walkway just outside of the big gate.  It is where some of my favorite places are.  There is some dirt and grass and other good smelly green stuff because there is a park on one side.  And, there is Tibo.  It's a hooman place that let's us doggos in.  In the hot weather, they give me my very own cup of ice to keep me cool.

And then there is Con Amore.  My FAVORITE favorite place because they have gelato.  They know me there now, 'cause I'm a "regular."  Mmmmmmm...

So, we were walking on the passagiata and I know the way very well now, so I made sure my pack knew that we had to get gelato.  But...huh?  It was very strange.  I could not get in.  I couldn't even find the door!  Where is everybody?  What happened?  I kept looking, but I guess there was no one there, so I decided we had to head home.  I was sad, though.

But I wasn't sad yesterday!  We went on a big walk because it wasn't cold out and my favorite place was WIDE open, they even left the door open for me!  It was so nice to be out on a nice, sunny day having a gelato with my pack!

When the weather permits, we like to take a stroll on Sunday afternoons.  This winter has been very mild, so we were able to venture out even in the middle of January.  However, I had forgotten that Con Amore, the ice cream café, changed their hours for the winter months and closed on Sunday.

Harry was perplexed.  He very assuredly led us to the door, but the safety grate was down.  Poor Harry couldn't even see or find the door!  He must have been very disappointed because he kept trying for a couple of minutes before he decided it was no use.  I felt so sorry for him!

So we changed our "routine" and on the next really nice day - in February, when it hit over 60 degrees Fahrenheit, we took a walk along the promenade on Saturday afternoon.  This time, the store was open and Harry marched right in.  "One small yogurt, please...just for me.  I don't need a spoon, grazie."

Sooner or later, you sleep in your own space

Well, there are finally no new kitties coming inside.  Whew!!  Now there are just four.  Hahaha....just four!  

I am not sure why, but only Missy Tee gets to run around all over the house.  She drinks water from MY bowl and she plops herself down in MY bed, too!  Hmmmmph.

So I decided to take things into my own paws.  I beat her to it and I plopped down in my bed before she had a chance to.  AND I sat on her leash that she plays with like it is a snake or something.  She usually grabs the leash and drags it over to my bed and rolls around with it, but I sat on it instead.  She tried, but she couldn't get it out from under me...haha.  Silly kitty, I am much bigger than she is!  "Games over, Missy Tee - this MY bed!"

I like kitties, but sheesh.  Even Harry Spotter has his limits!

All of them are kittens, less than one year old.  All of them have worms. (!!!)  Two of them have asthma.  For the time being they are all separated as each is on a slightly different timeline with their worm medication and the two with asthma are each on two medications (four different medications in all)...one by one they will have more freedom, but for now, this is how it has to be.

Missy Tee gets the run of the place and chases, pounces on and flings around a leash like a toy.  (I have a wiggly fish coming soon for her amusement)  I also have an interactive ball that moves on its own but she is afraid of it!   And although she could explore further, she has chosen to stick to the back room, the adjoining dining room and the kitchen.  It seems strange that cats who were outdoors are not really very adventurous indoors...but that is why we are keeping these four. 

Tee "captures" the leash and then cannonballs into Harry's bed.  He surprised me by staying in it the other day and lying on top of the leash.  A small end was peeking out and Tee tried to pull it but Harry weighs 60 pounds (25 Kg) so it was no use.  Seems Harry got a bit fed up with his bed always being occupied by a playful kitten!  "Nope, not today...this is MY bed!"