Did you have a toy at sunset? Was your evening filled with play that no one dared interrupt? What happiness did you experience as the sun fell below the horizon, as you held firmly to a bit of catnip fun?
[Kako]
It’s mine!
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Like he said
“Sometimes being a bitch is all a woman has to hang on to.”
— Vera Donovan in Stephen King’s Dolores Claiborne
In a house full of boys, Kako agrees. Wholeheartedly.
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Some notes:
- This is a photo of Kako lying on the desk next to my laptop. Many of The Kids do the same in various positions and locations, but always close to me—if not on me.
- On one side you can see my laptop screen where I do much of my writing and online work; on the other side are books. From bottom to top: all of my high school yearbooks for something I’m working on called “Yearbook Remembrances” or something equally mundane, a phone book I used that day for what I can’t remember, and one of my old journals (this one, like the rest, tattered and worn, pages yellowed with time, but holy writs to me nonetheless, items to be respected and admired, protected and secured).
- This photo was taken October 29, 2007.
- Notice the two white whiskers, one on each side? Now she has more.
Death and destruction
Or not so much.
And on the other side of this mayhem?
That’s right! It’s the devil himself.
You can see the chaos engendered by Larenti‘s addition to the xenogere home.
Grendel has erred on the side of dominance, something I’m working on without causing too much stress in the natural pecking order. His behavior has surprised me a wee bit, although not horribly given he’s the alpha male. Still, he’s been a bit “Gonna kick your ass!” lately, at least from time to time (okay, I can count these instances on less than three fingers, but still. . .).
As for Loki, he’s rather uncaring about it all, careful not to push Larenti’s buttons or cause too much disorder, yet not entirely restrained or concerned. He gives the new kid a bit of wiggle room, but otherwise he is who he is.
Vazra seems completely unconcerned. Mind you, he knew Larenti long before his own rescue, let alone this most recent adoption from the streets. In fact, I’ve seen Vazra and Larenti playing in the most comfortable of ways. They’ve brought many a smile to my face with their beer-buddy antics.
Kazon has taken it all in stride. While he generally gives Larenti all the room he needs to be comfortable, he’s also enjoyed several rounds of cat-chase-cat with his new sibling. Add to that his unending desire to be friends with everyone. Needless to say, nothing of concern has cropped up in their interactions.
But then comes Kako. Her bitchy attention suddenly finds Vazra quite acceptable. Whereas he had been the outcast in her eyes since his adoption, Larenti’s presence has offered a new target for her “Get out of my house!” attitude. I suspect that will take some time before it smooths out, or at least becomes less hostile.
As for Larenti, he’s coming along nicely. He day by day grows more comfortable. At first, he wouldn’t leave the cat carrier in the bathroom. Eventually, he came out of that phase and began exploring his new world. Now he sleeps in the bedroom with the rest of The Kids. He doesn’t frighten as easily. He lets the rest of us walk near him without fleeing. He talks incessantly and expects his morning lovin’ just like the rest of the spoiled brats in this household.
Progress? You betcha!
[please excuse the quality of the photos; my camera increasingly offers me nothing but headaches; more on that later]
That didn’t work as expected
Vazra lay against the pillow as a soft purr rumbled gently from his core. Kazon, meanwhile, stood on my chest meowing loudly. His declaration? “It’s time to get up, Daddy!” Hard to misunderstand him at such volumes and in such close proximity.
I petted him for a moment, then I rolled over to look at the clock. 6:05 AM. Perfect. Not too early for a Sunday morning.
After doling out greetings and affection to The Kids, I rose and began the day.
When I finally made it into the kitchen, something caught my eye, something confusing. The clock on the microwave said it was 5:20 AM. Huh?
Then it hit me. In my setting-the-clocks-back spree the night before, I had missed the alarm clock in the bedroom. Argh!
The end of Daylight Saving Time hadn’t exactly given me the extra hour I had anticipated. Truth be told, it never does since The Kids don’t care about such things. Clocks are meaningless to them. They have a schedule, which means I have a schedule, and neither has ever been able to tell time.
More white whiskers
Like the caterpillar who cocoons itself in order to change, to metamorphose into something quite different, but only at the behest and with the help of time, Kako surprises me with the vexation of her dramatic revolution. It was but yesterday, at least in my mind, when she was the mostly-white black cat.
Then came the one white whisker, something evident in this photo.
But still I watched as she changed, as she varied from what was to what was to be.
And now this. . .
Two prominently white whiskers with yet a third presenting itself behind its brethren.
What’s to come of this? What means this alteration?