Wednesday, January 13, 2016

A Life Spent Guessing

Things are going well in the little flat I’ve rented for myself and the cats. This week, the house will actually be sold (as in, money changing hands) barring any problems, and that chapter of our lives will be over. In the meantime, the animals and I are enjoying our new home.

I’ve noticed my furry friends have been finding spots about the apartment for themselves. Cammie, for instance, doesn’t come out to the sitting room much. She will come in, look about as if to note that yes, the other cats are still here - blast them - then go back to the bedroom or library. But she didn’t go into the house’s sitting room much, either. Renn got up on one of the armchairs last night - a favourite spot in the house was the sitting room’s armchair - found that it was not the same furniture to which he was accustomed but settled down anyway. Josie has taken up familiar places at the top of the tallest cat-tree and in a heated cat-bed.

As for Tucker… The roly-poly has rediscovered the hammock, warmed himself in the heated cat-beds and enjoyed the softness of the comforter on my bed. And he spent some time in the corner…




At first, I could not find him. It alarms me when I cannot find a cat. I worry that an escape has been made. Then I saw Tucker in the corner of the alcove where the shoes are kept. I thought that he may have wet somewhere and was embarrassed. He has not wet where he shouldn’t in months. I could find no evidence of this misdemeanour. I believe the truth is that he discovered the mat on which I keep the footwear, thought the texture interesting and decided to lie a moment there. Looking concerned and contrite. A minute later, he was here.


Were I to write a book about my experiences with cats, I may call it A Life Spent Guessing…

15 comments:

  1. We've all authored that book, John...

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  2. Glad they are settling in, John. :)

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  3. Cute - Miss Pops loves sleeping with my shoes. Hope the money transfer goes through smoothly and you are left with enough to help out.

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  4. Who can ever figure out why cats do things? Our cat Sam would do the same thing, sit by our boots and shoes. I assumed it was because they smelled of us but who knows! I love the last photo of Tucker.

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  5. cats....keeping people guessing for thousands of years MOL

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  6. dood...yea....de chairz a much better choize !! ♥♥♥

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  7. "Let's keep the human guessing" must be a favourite pastime for cats. Tucker is so sweet in his special spot. I cannot bring myself to clean out all Jessica's favourite spots.

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    1. There's no reason why you must clean out her spots. Some day it will feel right. If it never does, then it never has to.

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    2. Eileen, I know how you feel. I lost my 19 year old cat, Jeremy, only one week ago today. It hurts. It feels like there's a hole in your heart. But as John says when the time is right, you'll know. And if it never seems right, that's OK too. My deepest sympathy to you.
      Roberta

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    3. And our sympathies to you, Roberta. Though little can ease the pain of such a loss, I found that knowing that others understood what one was going through helped. Godspeed, Jeremy.

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    4. Thank you so much for your understanding, John. I really appreciate it.

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  8. Funny Tucker, it doesn't sound like a particularly comfortable spot to me but I'm not a cat. I also get worried when I can't find a cat. Sasha has a tendency to disappear occasionally but I think I've figured out his hiding spots.

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  9. The last photo is lovely with Tucker so relaxed. No doubt he will find many more spots to keep you guessing.

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  10. Tucker looks like he's found a spot that's perfect for him. It seems like the cats are enjoying the new flat.
    I hope you are too.

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