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Well it's the day before we leave for New Mexico and it's time to get Cave Girl settled in her new home for the next 3 weeks. Cave girl is just barely tamed and does not know what's in store for her. We have a transport cage that we will need to get her into so that we can take her over to Mari's place. Well, the hour has arrived. We  get her into the travel cage and she is miserable. Screams howls, yowls, growls, all the sounds you never heard from a cat. We get her over to Mari's, and  put her in her cubicle inside the barn which will be her home for the next 3 weeks. As soon as we open the door to  the  travel carrier,  she runs to the corner behind the wooden pallets. Then, she climbs the plywood wall to the top of where the plywood ends, looks down between the wall stud cavities and decides to go down inside the wall, where she is now blocked from going further. She now starts to howl again, scrambling around inside the wall. She then begins to claw her way ba

This morning, CG was feeling pretty good, was snooping around all the garden areas, but otherwise just curious.  Then she decided to munch on some green grass blades.  So, I decided to introduce her to catnip.  She merely sniffed it but then walked away.  A few minutes later, she was a terror, jumped up on the rolled up car cover, raced around on it, burrowed into it, climbed on the back of the chaise lounge chairs, and then, became awol right in front of our eyes. After some minutes went by with no sound from her, we did pick up some faint meows.  Here she was up in the oak tree in front of the house, exploring every limb on this big tree.  Really bizarre behavior all of a sudden. Was it the catnip?   Who knows?

A couple weeks ago, a mother cat and four small kittens showed up in the breezeway looking kinda sorrowful.  We gave them some milk, they drank it all, and expected more but didn't get any.  The mother cat was large, mostly dark color, and the four young ones were all sorts of colors, some light orange, some black and white with no tiger striping, etc.  There was one kitten of the four that seemed to not fit in with the rest of them, hung back from the other three and when they were all scared, the one ran in one direction the others ran in the opposite direction. Well the next day, all the other cats were gone but not this outcast as I will call it.  It found a home in the block wall in one of the holes of a cinder block.  When called, it would meow but not come out.  Finally we coaxed it out with food.  It was small, ribs were showing and generally acted kinda weak. Thus, this cat's nickname got to be Cave Girl because every time she finished eating, she went back to the ho