Happy NOMS Day from the PDX pride!

Happy NOMS day!  We love watching the NOMS who visit us here at the PDX pride, because there are so many different ones!  We have birdies, including huge geese, and snakes, and dragonflies as big as birdies.  We also have some other very interesting NOMS who are regulars.  Would you like to see them?

These are Freya's special friends.  She loves to try to "catch" them from the inside of the sliding glass door.  There's one problem with this system, though!

They stay outside!  There's one who loves to sit on our front door handle and catch bugs on the door.  Sometimes, a froggie comes inside, and then we get to play with it for a while until Mommy catches it and puts it back outside.  One time, one tried to hide from us under the couch, but hopped out covered in cat hair!

Our favorite NOMS and part of our family is R.K.  Her real name is Raccoon Kitty, and she's blind in one eye.  Her mama lived here when our family moved here, and raised her in the backyard at the same time that Tuxie was raising the three feral kittens.  Now, she and Tigress are still acquaintances, and R.K. has taught her babies and her grandchildren to respect the feral kitties.  She still thinks she's an outside kitty, though!

R.K. saying hi to JJ.  Mommy Erin took this picture.  Don't worry; there's a glass door between them!

Here's R.K. with one of her three kits this year.  This was taken a couple weeks ago.  The kits now are learning to ask for food at the back door at night, with R.K.'s supervision.

Whisker Wednesday and an Intro!

Hi! My name is Abby Normal. I am a 3 and 11/12ths year old tabby who has a house-panther sister named Stygia, a Mum named Ms. C, and a man named Mr. R. I am so excited there is finally a club for tabbies! We have our own blog called T'Abby Normal & the Stygian Panther.

Today, as my first post, I thought I'd share with you a close up of where my tabby whiskers come from:


As you can see, I have dark whisker-dots from where my whiskers sprout. I have some black whiskers, and some white whiskers, but many of them are "ticked," meaning they are black at the roots, but white on the outsides! My Mum says it makes it look like my whiskers are floating off of my face. It also makes them difficult to photograph in detail. I hope you enjoyed my whiskers, I am very proud of them.

When my Mum finds my whiskers lying around the house, she puts them in this frog which she has to keep out of my reach because I wanna kill it:


Maybe a little weird! But you can see at least one of my "ticked" whiskers. And I think she is very sweet to treasure such important pieces of me this way.