My cat Mole Negro has a devastating scratching pole hunting maneuver he has developed that I have finally captured on my camera, at great risk to myself. Here's his ninja-like technique photo-documented for the first time in the wild.
Mole lurks steathily behind his scratching pole, waiting for an unsuspecting victim to pass by. Notice how well he blends into his background.
So my cat Mole Negro and I took a fairly smooth and drama-free trip from Brooklyn to my mom's place in the Bay Area yesterday. Mole was a trooper, even when he had to be carried through the security scanner, suffered through a long and bumpy plane ride, and then a short drive to my mom's. There was barely a peep out of him the whole way.
Now he's pretty happy in my new bedroom, where's he's got all the comforts of our old place. Today he is slowly exploring the rest of the house -- which must seem like an endless palace after having grown up in various New York apartments. And the spring-like 60 degree weather is helping.
Such a huge change after the snow and sleet of New York. What a difference a day makes.