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Emily was playing, and heard a noise. She tears the feathers out of all her toys and I find them all over the house.




Emily has staked out the family room rug. It’s getting grubby fast, as you can imagine,, but I’m afraid to vacuum and terrify her. Not the best photo but she’s playing with her toy, so…

Emily is doing great. Nap time. She’s so fabulous and we are both HAPPY as larks in a wild flower field on a warm sunny day in summer.



After 9 years of begging and pleading…


Emily came inside last night.

Everyday, for nine years, I have asked her to come inside.  I’ve done everything to get her to come in. NINE HORRIFIC winters and nothing.

Last night, I opened the door (had a house for her built onto my house over the French Doors) I asked her to please come inside and instead of running away, she walked in.  I closed the screen door, which I was going to have removed so it wouldn’t open into her house, and she looked outside, then walked over to the carpet and sat down.  I left the heavy French Door open, but she never went back to the screen, so I shut it and she didn’t care.

She is now living in the powder room, by the back door.  She won’t come out.  She lets me pet her and she purrs, but she has nested there and made it her new house.  I’m okay with that.  I have beds for her EVERYWHERE, but she’s on the wooden floor, of course.  Put cat scratchers out, (she loves them) and water and food dishes.  She is steadfastly glued to the power room because it’s must feel like a big box and she feels safe.

I don’t care if she doesn’t want to run around the house.  I’m so HAPPY that’s she finally inside and warm.  She’s safe from coyotes, possums and raccoons.

She was never a feral cat.  She’s very polite and exceptionally sweet.  I’ve had feral cats in my yard, as well as house cats that people threw away.  Big difference.

I don’t know why it took her nine years to come in, but when I brought her in, against her will, she was hysterical.  So I let her out again.

This was her decision and she seems happy.  I think we’re both happy, since she has wanted me to live with her in her outside house, for some time.  I can see how disappointed she is when I finally go back in the house.

So, my son-in-law built an entire room onto my house.  She has a two room dog house inside that house, with heated beds.  We did everything to make both of us happy and then she decided to finally move in.  YAY!

He can take the house down in the summer so I can get some light in the room.  The addition made it very dark.  I would do anything for Emily, so I didn’t care, but now that she’s living in the powder room, we don’t need the addition.

Em, is a truly wonderful cat.  I hope we have many years together.  My house is happy, she seems happy, and I’m happy.  I can feed the birds again, so they will be happy too.  🙂  It’s all good.



EMILY rolling around on the patio…

Emily…instructions on how to stretch…3 pictures

First you walk to a comfortable place on the patio…


then you get into position…

then you turn into yoga cat and STRETCH…

Okay, so…Emily and the tail.

Last night I went out to feed Emily and saw a tail coming out from under her tarp.  It wasn’t her’s.  It was a possum’s tail.  I shooed the possum away but Em was gone.  So, I immediately went to code RED.  Was she hurt?  How long was the possum eating her nighttime meals? Was that why she was out in the rain waiting for me by the door the other night?

Now, it’s very late and I’m outside calling her and looking for her.  The batteries on my tiny flashlight are dying.  I finally went back inside the house and waited for about fifteen minutes then went out again.  I called her, for awhile, and she finally came to me.

I started petting her, to see if she was hurt, or bleeding.  Argggg!  So we talked for awhile and she let me keep petting her.  Then I went in and got her late-night dinner.  I stood over her while she ate, which is what I normally do, but she wasn’t coming out because it has been too cold.

I found a raccoon in there once, as well.  Freaks me out when they are so close to her.  Her nest is big.  There’s a two room dog house under the heavy tarps, with heated beds.  Three other beds are scattered around under there, and her cat scratcher is there as well.  She can walk around and play, sleep in multiple beds and stay warm and dry.  There’s also an emergency shelter under my potting table, which is wrapped in a heavy boat tarp as well.  There’s a nice soft bed under there (off the ground) in a sturdy cardboard box.  Also dry, but no electric bed.  She has a heated water dish as well.

The electric beds are body activated.  If she’s not it, it turns off.  The heat starts a few minutes after she lays down.

I was petting her this morning and she’s fine.  I like possums and raccoons.  I used to feed them, but then it got to be a LOT of animals and skunks, as well.  So I had to stop doing it.  I don’t want them around her house.  Neither does she.  So, I’ll sweep and clean, the best I can today.

The tarps are really heavy, brown on one side and silver on the other, and they’re huge. I have absolutely no sense of how many feet anything is, so I bought gigantic, and it’s hard to do much with them when it’s cold.  When I put new ones on, or clean the old ones, they cover the entire gigantic patio  I can barely fold them. LOL  They looked a lot smaller folded up when I bought them.  Hahahahaha

I buy a new one every year and put the old ones on top of that one, so the wind and snow can’t get her.

The wind was clocked at 52 mph yesterday.  I don’t know where one of my flags went, but it’s gone.  Chairs were tossed around and so were a lot of other things, but her house was fine.  I have it bungie corded to heavy things and held down with a million rocks.  It looks terrible but it works.

Anyway, her house is possum free for now and I’m tired.  Street cats only have a life span of 2 to 5 years and she’s been in my yard for 9, so something is working.  She will NOT COME IN MY HOUSE.  After nine years of trying to get her inside, I’m giving up.  I read something that said some cats can’t do it and to leave them alone.  She’ll come in and sit inside and look out the open door for a few minutes, if I’m not in the same room, but she won’t stay in.

My cat’s okay, the sun’s out, the possum’s gone, and all is well with the world…for the moment.  And moments, seem to be all we ever really have.


Emmie came out for a bit of sunlight, as the snow melts…a lot. Yay!

Two pictures of Emily telling me that she’s hungry…

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