I woke up and Jojo was on the headboard with the Siamese. Wut???
I heard a purring choir singin’ to just me. I savored it about a minute and a half. And Bear woke up and all hell broke loose. Jojo was in Meekos cuddle pod. Meeko slept in Bears with him. Bear was not amused.
The chase was on.
I love wars before breakfast. Makes for a pleasant start to your day.
More later…
that is quite the wake up call. you have quite the furry circus going. how is bayless dealing with the cat drama?
Bayliss is so above the chaos. He’s a saint.
Jojo doesn’t want anything to do with him.
BTW. I’ve befriended a squirrel on my deck. He’s a teenager and hungry all the time. We’ve been putting peanuts on the rail.
I have no wish to pet him.
I’ve been broken hearted about many squirrels out here. They are fickle creatures.
I will not fall in love, I will not fall in love. I SWEAR, I will not fall in love with Simon. Oh crap, I named him. Aaaaccckkk!
To quote one of my favorite singers, Carole King: “It’s too late.”
He sees them on the headboard, he figures ‘cats in this household get on this headboard. I am now a cat of this household, I’m gonna get on the headboard.’
They’ll work it out.
– do not, I repeat do not, attempt to pat the squirrel. Any squirrel.
I know a few people who fed a squirrel out of their hand and even pet the squirrel. All eventually got bitten.
Yeah, I was bitten by a flying squirrel. I swore I had rabies. Til I lived.
Don’t worry. The real reason I feel sorry for Chihuahuas is because they were born that breed. No choice but to be an obnoxious little shit, IMO.
I have no authoritative opinion on befriending squirrels. What I will say, though, @Beckdawrek, is that we share a love of animals. When I was a kid at our country cottage, I befriended a squirrel who learned to come up to me and let me hand-feed him peanuts. It all ended when my evil cousin came for a visit and decided to exploit this friendly squirrel by trapping him in a cage, because … fun, right? Bastard! I never saw that squirrel again.
Anyway, thanks Beck for keeping us updated about the festivities at the Wreker household. I’m particularly keen on more news of Jojo’s adaptation to domestic life, and of course, as always, news of Bayliss (my hero in all this).
Agreed.
Good thing the cat on that album cover is long dead, or Beckywreck would probably end up with him, too!
Hey, what’s that smell? Somethin’ brewin’…
Guess who’s the king of the center beam?
Bear is on point with his howling.
Son-of-a-wrek said he’s gonna kill that cat if he doesn’t shut up. I told him go home and listen to colicky babies. That’ll teach him😊
Once you name them, they’ve claimed you. 
Jojo was screaming about 2am.
Bear was hissing and spitting.
Ye olde Mexican standoff was about 18in from my head.
We (me) brokered a sorta peace treaty this morning. It’s tenous at best.
Maybe give JoJo his own room for a few days, till the others get used to the idea that he’s there?
This has worked well for me in the past. Good luck.
We’re under storm warnings.
Jojo doesn’t like bad weather. He farted(a typo, but a nice one, I must say. I meant “darted”) in the cat door to the garage. He came right to me for solace.
I calmed him. I gave him a treat and lots of hugs and pats.
He’s sitting by the cat flap, sticking his head out occasionally. He’s worried for Hari.
They meow at each other through the door. It’s rather sweet.
He is a good cat, overall. Not perfect, but good.
He goes Monday to get his drained pulled out. The Vet says he’s good to go.
Thank you, @Beckdawrek so much for the ongoing commentary. I watch this thread the way some would watch a TV soap opera, except it’s real life!
Best wishes to you, to Jojo, to Bayliss, and to almost the entire menagerie (the Meezers – meh! Send them back to Siam.) And of course good luck with your new acquisition, Simon the Squirrel! You do have an amazing knack for naming your pets!
Bayliss is pacing the hall and stairs. The weather worries him. He wants us all down stairs.
He is a good guard.
He’ll even push a cat down stairs with his nose.
The Chihuahuas hide under my bed. Poor Betsy, the obese beagle, can only fit her head under there. But she has a thunder shirt on.
Animals!!??
Jojo snuck into my bed last night.
He slept on the middle pillow. And he snores like a grown human.
I don’t actually allow animals in my bed. Around my bed, in my room, it’s fine. But not ON the bed. Solid no!