"One can pick a cat to fit almost any kind of decor, color scheme, income, personality, mood. But under the fur, whatever color it may be, there still lies, essentially unchanged, one of the world's free souls."
— Eric Gurney
Just after I moved, I was able to capture a rare and seldom seen phenomenon — all four of The Kids resting together. There are certain combinations I've come to expect, but it's very rare to see all four of them resting in close proximity to each other. That's just not their style except when it's time to go to bed, in which case they all join me.
I've added the picture to The Kids gallery as well as below.
Kazon has always been a little slower mentally than the other kids at the playground. Actually, Kazon is our household “dumb jock” — big, strong, as sweet as the day is long, and dumber than a sack of hair.
When he was a kitten I always thought Kazon would grow out of his dimwittedness. This was based on Loki having gone through the same thing — start out slow and dumb and pubert (I know it’s not a word but it gets the point across) into a dangerously intelligent cat (danger for me, that is!).
Sadly this was not to be the case with Kazon. He never grew out of his adolescent synaptic density. In layman’s terms, he stayed on the not-so-intelligent end of the IQ scale.
For instance, Kazon rarely remembers he has an ass. He’ll attempt to jump up on something and will end up with his front half successfully in the right place while his rear half dangles precariously over the edge which, eventually, either pulls him back to the floor or forces him to scramble to get to where he wanted to be. Sure, it’s funny because you always know it’s going to happen. He has yet to remember there’s a lot more Kazon back there.
Another example is Kazon’s tail — as in, he chases it. This is the most hysterical thing I’ve ever watched because he’s so intent on catching it and will spin in circles going speeds that make me dizzy by just watching him. He’ll chase it intently for quite some time before something else catches his attention and makes him forget about what he was doing.
And that brings me to another example. I can always and easily distract Kazon from anything without worrying about him remembering what he was doing. This is the best thing I can do so far as discipline is concerned. He’s too big and too muscular for anything to penetrate enough to make a difference. If you swat him on the ass for doing something, he just turns around and looks at you questioningly, as if to say, “What are you doing? Is this a new game?” Besides, any discipline that he might feel is lost by the fact that he won’t remember why he was disciplined by the time you do something. He’s just that simple-minded. The moment you speak up about what he’s doing, he thinks you’re just talking to him and will immediately come to you for some love and attention. This negates any attempt to discipline him.
As the baby of the house (pathetic baby, that is), Kazon is constantly in trouble. His curiosity is exacerbated by the fact that he doesn’t remember what he’s seen and hasn’t seen, so everything is always new to him every time he sees it.
Despite all of his mental shortcomings, though, Kazon has skills. Doors are one of his masterpieces. This is the dichotomy.
He’s always been fascinated by doors and has learned how to open them. All of them. Maybe it’s that typical feline curiosity that drives him, but, whatever it is, it pushed him to be inventive and to figure out how to get into places he really shouldn’t be.
If there’s a doorknob, he understands what it’s for and will try to use it. If there’s a handle, he’ll try to grab it and pull it down. If it’s a cupboard door, he knows to use his front paws to pull it open far enough to get his head inside — followed by the rest of him.
This skill is not lost on the rest of The Kids. They’ve all learned how to get into the cupboards because of Kazon. More importantly, his sister Kako has learned to always follow him when he’s investigating something because he’ll be her key to get into trouble.
The video below is a perfect example of both Kazon’s prowess with doors and his sister’s ability to remain hidden in the background until he gets into trouble — at which point she rushes in to get her piece of the pie.
In this video Kazon is trying to open the doors to the laundry room. They’re double-doors with the ball-and-groove latches at the top. Watch him to see how he tries to open the doors by reaching under them, how he reaches for the doorknobs but realizes they’re too high, tries the tiny space between the doors, and then eventually gets them open. Also watch for Kako’s surprise appearance from just outside of the camera’s range once the doors have opened (this is what she does — waits patiently out of the picture until he’s successful, then she rushes in).
This video is in Windows Media Player (WMV) format. It’s 1:32 (one minute thirty-two seconds) in length and is about 4.13 MB (so be prepared for the download if you’re using dial-up).
I went Christmas shopping for The Kids last week and, much to my surprise, spent much more than I normally did. I was a little shocked by how much I spent and felt as though I had probably gone overboard. I then realized this is the first year that I'm completely on my own so far as their Christmas is concerned. Before this year Derek was always an active participant in spoiling The Kids for their birthdays and Christmas and, to be completely honest, the rest of the year. Since we always shared the expense of their holiday goodies, the increased cost this year made more sense to me.
As with last year's Christmas, I'll be taking pictures and videos of The Kids while they're enjoying their Christmas morning surprises. You can expect to see a new gallery shortly thereafter (well, as shortly thereafter as I can get to it).
Today is Kako and Kazon's sixth birthday. It's amazing how quickly time escapes us. It seems like it was just a few years ago that they were sickly little kittens at the local Humane Society, looking for a home and someone to nurse them back to health. That was in 1998! Both of them have grown up into such different cats — one, Kako, is an independent woman who doesn't take shit from anyone; the other, Kazon, is the sweetest cat I've ever known who fits his aptly applied nickname of "puppy."
I'm sorry that Derek isn't here to celebrate with us as he loves The Kids wholeheartedly. We'll celebrate for you, my friend.