Scritch Scratch
The old scratching post has taken a beating and when I noticed Gwen beginning to scratch the carpet instead I suggested it might be time for a new one. We picked one up only to realized it had some feather thingies attached but this is apparently just what Winnie wanted. She's our feral and has very slowly been coming out of her shell. For the first year and a half she didn't vocalize at all. When she finally did I initially thought I was hearing a newborn kitten outside (the sliding door was open) and very gradually her voice has deepened a little so that it's not so shockingly squeaky when she does talk to us. Most visitors to the house never see her at all unless they go up to the bedroom and peer under the bed where she hides when she hears a strange voice. Those who come to stay for a few days might begin to see her at feeding time. You know a real cat person if Winnie goes over for a pat (Winnie sidled up to Mme Purl almost the first day of our visit last spring).

























