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  Intrepid and Murjan, looking out the sliding door Ever wonder what your cat sees when she stares out the window or pounces on a dust mote? Feline vision is a marvel of adaptation—built for twilight hunting, not color theory. 🔹 Color, but not like us Cats aren’t stuck in black and white. They see muted shades of blue and green, but reds and pinks fade into grayish tones. Think of their world as a cool-toned watercolor—less vibrant, but rich in contrast. 🔹 Night vision ninjas Thanks to a high rod-to-cone ratio in their retinas, cats excel in low light. Their eyes gather ambient light like moonlight collectors, making them stealthy navigators at dawn and dusk. 🔹 Motion over detail Cats don’t see fine detail as sharply as humans, but they’re masters of detecting movement. A twitching tail or fluttering insect grabs their attention faster than a static toy. And then there’s Simone. Blind, but not broken. She maps her world through whiskers, scent, and memory. We’ve learned t...

  Sula's cubby at the Misson Gift Shop On September 5 , we celebrate National White Cat Day , a tribute to the luminous companions whose snowy coats and quiet presence bring light into our lives. Often overlooked in the swirl of feline folklore, white cats carry their own symbolism—purity, wisdom, and spiritual grace—and deserve a day of recognition all their own. 🧬 Beauty with Complexity White cats are more than their coats. Their genetics can carry unique traits, such as increased sensitivity to sunlight or congenital deafness, especially in blue-eyed individuals. These quirks don’t diminish their worth—they deepen it. Caring for a white cat means embracing nuance: shielding delicate ears from sunburn, tuning into nonverbal cues, and honoring their quiet ways of communicating. 🐾 A Different Kind of Mystery While black cats are often cast as mysterious, white cats embody a different kind of enigma. They seem to glow in low light, their movements soft and deliberate. Their p...

  Today we remember the ones who walked beside us, slept near us, and loved us with a purity that only animals can offer. Their paws may no longer echo in our homes, but their spirits remain stitched into our lives. 🕊️ Murjan, our gentle warrior, defied lymphoma for 3.5 years—nearly reaching age 19. His quiet strength and enduring presence were a daily grace. 🕊️ Intrepid, his brave pal, was struck by the same cruel disease at the same time. He fought fiercely for three months before joining his beloved staff, Carl, in rest—both taken by cancer, both remembered for their boldness and joy. Intrepid left us at just 11, but his legacy of fun and fearlessness lives on. 🕊️ Snyezhka, radiant and resilient, battled four kinds of cancer before a sudden saddle thrombus took her in the night at age 7. Her absence was felt deeply by her devoted companion, Happy Cat, who searched for her daily until his own passing from a brain tumor a year later. 🕊️ And Bobolink—our long-haired black beaut...