It’s Good Fur-iday!

Some holidays land on a different day of the week each year, like Christmas or Canada Day, and every seven-ish years (depends on that funny human thing called a leap year) on Fur-iday. A bunch of others are specific to a day of the week, like Thanksgiving (in Canada) on a Monday or Labour Day, also on a Monday. There’s no chance any of these will ever fall on Fur-iday. Only one lands reliably on a Fur-iday every single year and that is today, Good Fur-iday!

Since Good Fur-iday is part of the Easter holiday, we at the Fur-iday Files thought we’d send out a greeting and good wishes to all of you celebrating. This year, like last, it won’t be a time of big gatherings and community Easter egg hunts due to the pandemic, but I hope you’ll find a way to connect with those near and dear. And, if you can’t do that, eat chocolate, plenty of chocolate. I hear it helps. We dogs, cats, and horses aren’t supposed to eat chocolate but will put in a request for some species-appropriate snacks.

We’ll be spending part of the Easter holiday with friends G, S & R, a little home-on-the-farm day camping. I’ll tell you all about it next week and fill you in on what else has been happening in my world.

Until then, from me and Storm and Hank, and the rest of the four-leggeds here at Almosta Ranch…

Happy Easter!

Bring on the Sun!

Aloha! I’ve been hanging out here in Meowi since my last post in November. I leave now and then for food and water and to use the facilities but, other than that, you’ll find me here, soaking up the fake sun.

Just hangin’ on the beach.

If you’ve ever been around cats, you know that we love warmth. We lie in sunny spots, curl up next to heaters and fireplaces, stretch out on human laps, and hang out just about anywhere else that provides heat. My heat comes in the form of an infrared bulb inside an old fireplace. It might not sound very fancy, but for a guy who used to live outdoors, it’s my own private tropical beach. And, bonus, it’s healthy! They actually use it as a treatment for cats with kidney disease, something we’re prone to.

Barn life is pretty fine.

It’s generally accepted that domestic cats descended from African wildcats. Africa = warm. Where it’s not warm is Canada in winter, especially out here on the prairies. Cats are not designed for Canadian winter, especially this cat. Overall, it’s been a pretty mild season, but mild in Alberta is still cold, especially at night.

Cold weather perk – the humans feel sorry for us and bring us canned food. So good.

Back in mid-February, it got very cold, to the point where I debated how long I could go without eating and drinking and the obvious consequences of eating and drinking. Sadly, not long. I was forced to climb the stairs to our food bowl in the loft, to the water bowl that plugs in not too far from Meowi, and the bathroom located at the back of the barn. Forty feet might not sound like a long way, but when your paws are travelling on cold concrete, it feels like forty miles!

Still not entirely comfortable with being held, but it does feel good to have my feet off the cold floor.

In the past few days, the afternoons have been warming up to spring-like, snow-melting temperatures, which makes this warmth-loving feline very happy. As much as I appreciate Meowi, it does get a bit old as winter goes on and I miss spending time outdoors and exploring inside and around the perimeter of the barn. On a nice day, I just love to sit in the open barn door and watch the goings-on in the yard. I’ll wander as far as a third of the distance to the house, but only when there are humans around. I have zero interest in becoming some coyote’s lunch.

Staying to the snow-free bits.

We’ve had another squatter in the barn this winter. T gave him Fran’s old renovated cooler and he spent his nights in there when it got cold. The humans don’t normally visit the barn after dark, but one night T came out to check on the horses because they’d been dewormed earlier that day, and when the barn door slid open, our poor wildie cousin, who was tucked into his cooler cabin for the night, nearly had a heart attack. He hit the cat door so hard it’s a wonder he didn’t cold-cock himself in the process! Silly guy. I’ve told him the humans are frightening-looking but harmless.

The cat cabin.

So, here’s hoping this weather continues and I’ll be out lying on warm, dry earth very soon.

Until next time, this is Hank, signing off from Meowi. Aloha!