134/365: Caturday

My kitties, Zulka (full name Catzilla, found by a drunk co-worker staggering home one night) and Oli (full name Alder, picked out from a foster home run by my vet's aging mother) looking down from the mezzanine where we all sleep. In case you are wondering, Oli does indeed only have one eye. He was rescued very young from an old shed in the market and had to have it removed because of infection.

I also have Radesh, my oldest, biggest cat, but he's on holiday at my parents' place where he can go outside and hunt. He got so cranky at being indoors all day once the spring days started that I had to move him out there. The kids here, they don't even know outdoors exists and I plan to keep it that way, since there's no sensible way to let them out where I live. Third floor, middle of the city, lots of cars, lots of dogs running loose, lots of drunks and hooligans, lots of dangerous places where a cat can get trapped and never be found again. I'm all for cats being allowed outside whenever possible but sometimes it just can't be done.

~Ro