Don't Ask...

Half the time I would like to know what goes through a cat’s mind; the other half, I want no part of knowing.

Largo has taken sometimes to lying on the bathroom floor, staring at the bathtub. He doesn’t stare into it, but at it; at the side. He doesn’t move during these episodes. He just stares. The side isn’t reflective enough to show him an image. There is no movement, and he himself doesn’t act as though he were following something he can see. He simply lies on the floor and contemplates the tub.

Half the time I would like to know what goes through a cat’s mind; the other half, I want no part of knowing. I think this is an instance of the latter…

When He is Comfortable

I find it interesting that Coda allows me to pet him under three conditions: when we are playing together, when I am feeding him, and when he is with other cats. At other times, while he is becoming less skittish toward me, he still would like to avoid me actually touching him, if possible. Using the aforementioned conditions, though, I will try to pick him up more often; just lifting him and putting him down again. He has come a long way. Now, we’ll see how far he can continue to go.

A Movie with a Friend

For some reason, Imogen has started spending a great deal of time by the west window in the back parlour. This has just started in the last few days. I certainly don’t mind this, as it gives her a new venue, and she enjoys looking out the window.

It also has provided me with a bonus: Imo decided to watch some of last night’s movie with me. Maybe she’s an Aldo Ray fan…

And an Adventure for Allegro, Too

Allegro will be going to his new home tomorrow, about noon. His person is a young woman who impressed the rescue-group quite a bit with her maturity, understanding and willingness to learn. There is already present a young and active cat who misses a roommate’s cat who left with the roommate. Allegro is a very easy-going and friendly fellow, so I foresee few difficulties.

Rhapsody must be wondering where the kids are getting to these days…

Ailment in the Night

Coda was ill during Tuesday night. I heard someone throwing up in the dark, and in the morning there were a number of vomit piles around the house. I wasn’t sure who was sick until the little tabby didn’t want any breakfast. He can be fussy, but he rarely doesn’t want anything.

When I came home from work, there was more barf. This was all liquid, and pinkish. But Coda ate a little at dinner-time. He was very active during the evening, playing with his roommates. At snack-time, he was hungry enough to complain about the slow service, and he ate well. This morning, he also ate a satisfactory amount. He seems recovered.

I don’t know what caused the sickness. It might have been a hairball, but I saw no evidence of it; even if the congestion doesn’t come out, there are usually some individual hairs in the puke. There was none of that. Even so, something must have been bothering his stomach to put some blood into his debris.

I am grateful Coda’s ailment was of a short duration. He is still not at the point at which I can pick him up, though I am starting that now. I don’t try to hold him; just pick him up and put him down. He is skittish when I approach from above or from in front of him. Petting him when I am standing behind him seems more welcome, and when we are on a closer level - if he is on a table or cat-tree, for instance - he has greater assurance. I will be using those advantages.

I hope the little fellow doesn’t become sick again, but if he does, I’d like him to wait until I can handle him more.

Two Feet Away from Being Hidden

Andante has been taking lessons from Moxy on hiding…

Yellow Fuzzball

Presto has Rattle-mouse - with whom he is playing fetch with his new people - but his brother Largo has his favourite toy, too. This is Yellow Fuzzball.

Largo often brings Yellow Fuzzball to me. He drops it at my feet, and wants me to throw it. He chases after it and brings it back or, sometimes, bats it about. He’s not as worried about it as Presto was with Rattle-mouse - perhaps Yellow Fuzzball can take better care of itself - but he looks for it whenever he doesn’t have it, and seems annoyed when one of his siblings plays with it.

It’s funny what animals will become attached to. I suppose in that, they are not much different than humans.