The last time I posted about Atticus, he was heading into the record books as The Worst Cat in the World. When I left for Hollins this summer, I gave my house one fond final look, knowing it wouldn’t be the same when I came back.
Amazingly, the house was the same when I returned home at the end of July. But somebody had swapped our fuzzy teenage kitten for an 11-pound furry black bear of a cat. Atticus is now a year old. Has he settled down any?
He still gets in the sink, mainly to admire himself.
He still gets on my desk and walks all over the keyboard, making my computer do horrible unfixable things. I push him off the desk, but he sneaks back, thinking I won’t notice.
Nope.
Nice try.
Unh-uh.
He still gets in boxes, only he doesn’t fit so well any more. What you are seeing is a box of furry belly, hind feet against the back, head and front feet under the flap.
Remember when he slept so sweetly (and briefly) in the vintage wire baskets on my desk?
Well . . .
He is still a pill and still earns Time Out in the laundry room. But somehow he wormed his rotten little self into our hearts.
I guess we’ll keep him.
16 thoughts on “Atticus: All Grown Up”
OMG! I LOVE the photos!!!! 🙂
He’s still a pistol, isn’t he? The “portrait” photos were taken with me on my stomach, crawling along on my elbows. I will never be a pet photographer!
Fun to hear about Atticus again. He’s grown a lot! I think he needs to write his own book.
He won’t sit still long enough to write a letter to the milkman. When he’s on my desk he is *wrecking* things!
And yes, he’s much bigger than I thought he’d be.
Adorable! Thanks for posting this. You and Atticus just made my day.
xoK
He’s no Winchester, but he is his own rambunctious self.
I will see you at the end of the month at our conference! So excited!
I loved the Atticus update!
This is the cat that I actually took back to the SPCA where I got him, about a month later, because he was so naughty. And a biter! He still bites.
I’m happy to say “I knew her when her first books were pubbed.” No way can I catch you, but I do have 12 books on the shelf–one of whom won an EPIC award for Historical Romance. They are all,doing well on Amazon. Our Tigger kitty died a long time ago :(. But our “mostly Shelty” lived to be 17.
I remember Tigger–quite a cat! So glad you are still writing, too. I miss our old group and sometimes dream about those days.
Love the ones with just ears and eyes!
Try working with a cat’s eyes and ears poking over the top of the monitor! I don’t suppose you’d trade Snickers for Atticus?
Love the cardboard box shot! I wonder what their deal is with confined spaces.
If cats only knew how ridiculous they sometimes look.
Unlike most cats, Atticus sleeps in the most uncomfortable places/positions imaginable. They probably think we look ridiculous, too. But then, they can’t see themselves trotting downstairs, always good for a laugh.
As always, loving Atticus’ stories and photos!
Am still thinking of you on every road trip when I spot our friends the buzzards!
Hi Sheilah . . . I always say “hello” to a turkey buzzard, even if people think I’m crazy.