Renn has not been featured on my blog in a while. It’s probably because he is a simple, well-behaved, healthy animal with few issues. He remains a little annoying at night when I wake and he, realising that I am no longer asleep, will start purring and crawl up beside me, as close as he can to my head. But it’s difficult to be angry at a cat because he likes me, so I put up with it.
He has his idiosyncrasies. Some have remained the same following the move to the apartment, some have altered. He still roams about the residence periodically, singing to himself. He is not really artistically-minded, so it may be a feline form of taking soundings, learning about the new place, so as to add to his store of scientific knowledge. Or he may have heard an irritating song on the radio and hasn’t been able to exorcise it from his brain.
Something new is his haunting of the tops of the library bookcases. Now and then, I will wonder where he is - I like to know where the cats are, especially just before I leave or go to bed - and I will find him on top of a bookcase. He seems alert when I interrupt him, and the expression on his face is one of inviting me to join him in the observance of an intriguing event. So it may be that his scholarly mind has once more stumbled upon a vantage point from which to learn something new. I doubt that he is in the library to read. Josie is the cat in the household who loves books, while my big boy prefers first-hand discoveries to knowledge taken from a printed page.
Whatever the case, he is happy in his endeavour and, until he grows so old and enfeebled that he risks falling from such heights, I will leave him in his new conquest, and hope I don’t interrupt some astonishing observation that could benefit all feline kind.