The
feline relationships in the apartment don’t remain static. On the other hand,
they don’t change to a great degree. But they do change. For example, witness
what occurred a couple of days ago.
Josie
and Renn were sleeping on the bed. It is not unusual for these two to be on the
bed together. They are not friends, but neither do they mind each other. Then,
Cammie joined them. I don’t know why. It is unlike her. She may have jumped up
because I had been at the computer, and then she remained when I left. Note
first, the proximity of the princess and my big boy.
While
this is not common, neither is it surprising. Though Cammie will hiss at Renn
if he comes too close for her liking, her action is not personal. She simply
wants her personal space, which has a wide diameter. Snoozing, she is less
demanding. But then, Cammie, of her own volition, rose and moved – closer to
Josie.
Cammie
does not like my Chubs. Their rivalry extends far back into the mists of time,
and is kept alive by Josie periodically provoking her sister, just for fun. I
have never known Cammie voluntarily to reduce the distance between herself and
Josie. You may observe that there was a good deal of shade falling upon her
when she was next to Renn, and her move placed her in greater sunshine, but
even so, this is unprecedented.
I
am not in a state of elation over this. Here, it isn’t a case of two steps
forward and one back; it is more akin to 400 steps forward and 399 back, with
the result that hardly any progress is seen to be made. The rate of adaptation
is not rapid. However, I have consulted with several eminent mathematicians, including
the best brains of McGill University and Oxford – well, all right, I think I
talked to someone who had been to Montreal, and someone else who liked the Inspector Morse tv series, set in Oxford
– and they agreed that, while it will take more than seven hundred years at
this rate, Josie and Cammie may very well become friends.
I
can’t wait.
Me either! There truly is a small element of suspense while waiting. But your sense of humor is something that keeps Katie purring as she plots her next move toward me!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad to read that Katie is amewsed.
DeleteWell! Cammie is just full of surprises, isn't she.
ReplyDeleteI have to say that those three pics, with Renn splayed out, were just the cheer I needed today. Very, very, very stressful at work right now, I (seriously) almost walked out without a word a short time ago, but seeing Renn puts a smile on my face. *Thank you*!
Renn has that effect on people.
DeleteIt's amazing what a nice patch of sunshine can achieve!
ReplyDeleteExactly.
Deleteguyz....well ya noe uz N math stuff sew we will just say...AWESUM !!!!! { thinkin out loud...in 700 hundred yeerz N if catz age at four for everee one past two when we iz spozed ta be 24 that wood make uz....bout 2,816 yeerz old.....hmmmmm } ♥♥♥☺☺☺
ReplyDeleteLiving with cats requires patience...
DeleteGee, your cats sure are full of surprises. But 700 years, seriously? As my old supervisor used to say, "If you wait long enough, problems solve themselves." But you neglected to mention, is that people years or cat years? :-)
ReplyDeleteAt seven hundred years, I'm not sure it matters if it is human or feline time...
DeleteI know the feeling, my cats seem to be like that too.
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