The Window of a Princess

Being the food person for a week did a lot to help my relationship with Raji.
She now considers me a friend, though of course we are still working on trust.

This morning she came into my (her) room and discussed her special feelings for this place.
She meeped; I listened, with a few words here and there. It was decided that I would make some space in front of her cherished window for some sun time, though I did stipulate that she would only be allowed in while I was here. This did not entirely please Raji, but cleaning up marking spots is not much fun. In time I will try again to leave my door open, but for now...

I still have to refine the arrangement, but you see she is pleased with my initial offering.

Goodbye, Noel

https://15andmeowing.com/2019/09/rest-in-peace-sweet-girl/

Ellen had to help her beloved Noel go to the Bridge today. 

Please visit her if you can.

Pet Sitting

Can it be called pet sitting if I live here too?
My roommate is on a Bahamas cruise so I agreed to take care of the feline herd. Tomba is on his own two week vacation.

They are all quite different, though they all agree on being hungry. And it's a little complicated. Three different foods, different feeding places, Matisse gets meds.

Oliver eats in a large dog crate, otherwise the others would get no peace - or food. 

Little Raji is a meeper, not a meower. It's so cute to hear her! Being the food person for a week is helping our friendship tremendously, though she is still shy. 

However, some kitteh has marked the carpet doorway of my room twice. I strongly suspect Raji, protesting the loss of her room. 

There was also a lizard incident. Sarah knocked it off the glass door, Oliver got it, and when I found them again, seemed very confused when it wasn't moving anymore. Apparently playthings lose much value when they are no longer.... Interactive, shall we say.

Part B of the Sleeping Cats Rule

I'd really like to get comfortable in my room, and read in bed. And I would except...

I have to entertain my guest, Miss Sarah. 

My roommate has a guest of his own over, 

so she came in here where she feels safe.

So I'm just waiting. 

 Waiting.... Waiting... 

We Have a Sarah

Here she is, finally investigating the cat smells I brought with me. I have carefully cultivated a relationship, speaking softly when I see her but no grabby hands.

Tomba and Oliver also made an appearance. I suspect the football game get together in the living room drove them in here for some quiet. 

Furry folks always welcome.