Sweet Viola. She so independent, like her angel mama Zuzu was. Unlike her angel mama, Viola has long, sproing-y legs and is able to scale high countertops with a single bound.
So, the very last thing you want any part of is a sproing-y Viola leaping from high countertop to high countertop when she’s having upset digestive problems. Especially moments before leaving for work at 4 a.m. Oh, the mess. We’ll spare you the details. Imagine the worse, then double it.
So, what caused this? Viola’s not an ant eater. She will, upon occasion eat other bugs should there be any and this is springtime when a rare bug will make it indoors.
There’s also been a bit of rearranging cat feeders and cat feeder cabinets that probably caused a little stress in getting used to the new layout. Mom moved all cat feeders and cabinets downstairs and added another giant litter box downstairs as well. Dad does all the canned food feeding and in an effort to reduce the number of times he has to climb the stairs, moving things from the Cat Den to downstairs seemed like a rational idea.
The cat who should be stressed over the change is Tessa, who either can’t or won’t accept that her feeder at the lower portion of the cabinet instead of on top of the cabinet as used to be the case. We’ve noticed as she’s getting older, she’s not so keen to jump up on the top of the feeder cabinet like she used to.
Mom thought she’d make life easier for Tessa. Tessa ain’t having it. Is this a cat hierarchy thing? Maybe having your feeder on top of the cabinet as opposed to the bottom is a status symbol thing?
Pia would like you all to know she’s feeling very much better since someone forced her to give up ants as snacks. She’d also like you to know she’s announcing this under duress, because Mom told her to do so. She’s in her anger stage. Pleading and bargaining for ant snacks will come soon, we’re certain. We’re prepared.
Ants are being held at bay, seemingly, at the moment, and outside only. You only thought Mom had 4 projects going at once when in fact, ant elimination is and will always be Project #1. This makes for a very unhappy anteater named Pia, but a very happy Mom and Dad.
We’re pleased to announce the first Raccoon Mama of 2025 to visit Colehaus. The portly, often time visitor raccoon Chubbs has been bringing her around lately, teaching her the ropes. We’re pretty sure this one’s nursing kits and under Chubbs’ guidance, she’s been showing up after daybreak early in the mornings. She has that somewhat ratty, not well groomed fur look about her, one of a few signs she’s caring for babies and not about herself.
Sometime mid-to-late June she’ll bring them to our backyard and teach them about the fountain and the sometimes food source in the feeders. We haven’t named her; Mom calls all the raccoons “sweetie” except for Chubbs who may or may not be this young first time mama’s mother or auntie. Mom keeps thinking of something starting with the letter B, not Betty, Bertha, Boudica, or Beauregard. We’ll think of something. Until then, she’s sweetie.