Where does Ding Ding go?

We have often wondered where Dingers goes when she is outside. Rog wanted to put a catcam on her, but we are both technologically lazy and inept, so that's not likely to happen. There was an article in the Seattle Post Intelligencer a few weeks ago about a couple who actually did that. They set the camera to take photos every few minutes. They found out the cat roamed much farther than they had imagined, and that it slept a lot. No surprises there. A prolonged period of snow last month gave me an opportunity to see where our cat actually does go.

Friends of Ding Ding

Dingers doesn't have a Facebook page, not is she on Catster--but that doesn't mean she doesn't have friends. She is now friends with Hercules, a carrot-loving Papillon who lives in Pennsylvania; Marlin the cat, who lives in Delaware; and Lola, who gave Dingers some very delicious freeze-dried salmon treats for Christmas. Although Lola loves the salmon treats very much, and I think she would probably have preferred to eat them herself. Lola lives in Boston, and she will soon have to share her apartment with a new baby.

Ding Ding Meets Her Match

In our ongoing effort to teach Ding Ding some basic manners we have come to depend upon this squirt bottle. We first tried the spray bottle we use for ironing, but it produces a mist. The mist didn't faze her. This bottle produces a much stronger stream of water, and she doesn't like it at all. All I have to do is pick it up, and she either doesn't jump up or if she's already up, she gets down. I guess this is progress--she knows she shouldn't be on the counters, and we have a way to enforce our wishes. But I'm pretty sure if we're not here she wouldn't hesitate to roam where ever she wanted.

The higher the better

Ding Ding is the first cat I've owned who loves to climb. She likes altitude both inside and outside, and the thinner the branch the more she enjoys "going out on a limb."