The idea of moving to Texas has been hard on everyone. We left a home sitting on an acre of land in a mountain valley for a subdivision on the outskirts of one of the largest populated areas in the country.The kids all felt that moving was the right thing for our family but we were were worried about how our cats would adjust.They love to hunt and explore so we were naturally nervous about moving them to the suburbs. The fact that our new house doesn't have a place for a cat door meant they would have to be indoor cats.
Our cats come from a long line of pedigreed mousers. (OK, may not really pedigreed but they should be.) They love to catch mice and play with them until they are finished then they leave the carcass on our step as if it is some type of gift.They are not house cats, that's for sure. My kids have read the
Warriors book series and I seriously think these two cats are warriors at heart. They just pretend to be kitty pets in order to eat and sleep in the house.
Colt, our cat formally known as
Princess, is rather lazy. He thinks he is human.
Brightheart, named after a warrior cat from the above mentioned book series, actually lives up to her name. She thinks she is better than humans. She finds the oddest places to sleep. None of which appears very comfortable.
A few weeks ago a friend mentioned that she knew someone who had lots of land, a barn, and a mouse infestation. After a sad and tearful family council we decided it was in our cats' best interest to live at their house rather than make the move with us. So, with heavy hearts we said goodbye to our family pets.
Upon arrival in Texas. Vanessa discovered that our neighborhood had plenty of pet opportunities.
She has counted 48 bunnies that roam free throughout the neighborhood. She has named them Fluffer, Furry, Thumper, Frisco, Linco, Bambi, Whiteness, Fredrico.... the list goes on and on. The problem is that this is as close as she can get to her "pets" before they scamper off.
Vanessa spent the first few days taking anyone and everyone bunny hunting (She calls it bunny hunting but it's really just bunny sightseeing.). She said to Uncle Mark, "Now you have to look really careful like this." as they headed down the sidewalk on "hunting" expedition.
Bunnies aren't all the pets she has now. In the community pond there are ducks to feed.
Vanessa wants to feed the ducks all the time. She is happy when she convinces others to join her. As soon as the ducks sees people standing on the shore, they come over as fast as their little feet can paddle.
When the ducks don't eat the bread fast enough than the catfish gobble it up.
We also discovered turtles and herons near the pond. My nephew Ayden tried to get a closer look at the heron. You can see it in the background.
Vanessa even saw a stingray although we don't have a photo of it for some reason.
I'm just grateful that she has all these pets that we don't have to feed, clean up after, or worry about when going on vacation. With these types of pets, I say bring it on!