This was my originally planned post for today. I had realized that we do not acknowledge events in our pets’ lives and appreciate them. So I decided to celebrate birthdays (or adoption days). So Izzy turned 12 today. We got her as a barn cat in January 2011. She had been a barn cat with her brother down the road, and they wanted just one so we picked her up. Initially she made herself at home in our barn loft where we made sure she had food and water.
She initially stayed in the loft. I think she was scared of the chickens. So she didn’t hunt the barn’s rodents like we had hoped and instead killed some of our barn swallows in the loft. She gradually started drifting into the backyard,
and started hunting in our back forty.
But she still slept in the barn.
She gradually moved to hang out by our trailer, and we started feeding her there.
And then she moved to our back porch. So we fed her there.
Then she started venturing into our house for visits. Prior to that she was terrified of being inside, but she got over it.
Unfortunately our other car Chloe did not appreciate the visitor and was rather mean to Izzy so she mostly stayed on the porch. She kept hunting though, and we regularly find small rodent guts at our back door.
When Chloe died in December, Izzy briefly had the house to herself. And she took advantage.
But then in January we got Ryeleigh, and Izzy is not impressed. I do feel bad that she didn’t have more time as the lone house pet, but in our home you need to share.
So today we celebrate her. We did an abbreviated happy birthday song. She was not impressed by the candle,
But she did like the wet cat food (normally she has dry).
Now she is hanging on our bed in our air conditioned bedroom and having a nice, lazy, chill day. She will get some extra petting later too.