Joan bought Rufus some grass...

No, not marijuana - Rufus just says, "No."

He really enjoyed our time at Hart Ranch.  He walked good on his leash, and especially enjoyed romping around in the grass.  The last week or so we spent there, he discovered that he liked chewing on grass.  He doesn't really eat it - mostly he gums it and seems to enjoy the flavor.

While we were in Fredericksburg, Joan bought him a container of cat grass.  Molly loved this stuff, and we always had some for her on the boat.  Izzy was mostly indifferent to it, so we got out of the practice of having it around.

It grows fast - this is what it looks like after just a few days...

He likes it; put his face in it, kinda chewed it.  But, it is his own little "field."  Yes, we have grass in the Tropical Tip.  However, it is not unusual for sandburrs to be mixed in with it.  So, we don't walk in the grass here.

Joan was going through some "cat stuff" during the moving back in process and came across Rufus's hoodie; he has grown a lot, so we didn't know if it would still fit...

It is Velcro® on the bottom, so there was room for growth.  If you look close, I made a cameo in these first two hoodie photos: Rufus was sitting on the back of the couch while I was playing guitar and singing this morning.  The boy loves his music.  Well, both of us boys.

And, a shot from the back, showing his manly hookie with the tough-looking kitty skulls...

It was cool in the evenings out in Arizona when we got him the hoodie - not really sure it adds much warmth.  But, it works with his big tough-guy, house-lion image.  ;-)