The holidays are proceeding well. It’s astonishing how much time one has when one isn’t forced to work. Well, I must qualify that: I am working, but at chores at home, on my own time, and not getting paid for them. And yet, they are more satisfying than work, even though they are work. I don’t know if that’s paradox or irony, but it’s truth, regardless.
The cats are coping adequately with my constant presence. Noah the foster-cat is out amongst the perma-cats quite often. Tucker, surprisingly, is tolerating him the best, at least superficially. There have been instances of urination downstairs, which I blame on Tucker, but so far, they have been few. He allows Noah to come within a couple of feet of him without reacting adversely. Renn dislikes the new boy even from a distance, which I would not have expected. Josie doesn’t mind Noah as long as he is out of reach, and Cammie loathes him. Noah ambushed the princess when she was downstairs, and that hasn’t endeared him to her. She is the one about whom I am most worried in regard to stress. But just today, I lie down on the bed to allow her some time on my chest. She lie there purring for about twenty minutes, getting up on the bed initially even though Renn was already there, and even staying for a few minutes when my Chubs joined us. Perhaps Cammie now thinks her old roommates aren’t so bad, compared with the new.
I think the problem may be that Noah thinks of everything as a game. I am not convinced that he was merely playing with Cammie when he attacked her; I put him in the parlour now and then to give the others a break from him, and he goes downstairs in the spare room at night.
But Noah does love to play. He looks full grown, but he’s a kitten inside. Everything is a toy to him, whether it is a tag, a string, a set of keys, a toe, a finger. Sometimes, he will even play with toys.
Here he is having subdued a fuzzy mouse (between his forepaws).
He knocked this ball down the stairs and all I heard for half an hour was the sound of it rolling about the library floor.
He fought the Kick-a-roo most ferociously.
The Trac-ball is great fun. He will hide from the ball below the rim of the track, just in case it’s watching out for him.
And on the subject of hiding, he even found the sitting room rug something with which to play.
He learned how to zoom through the nylon tunnel soon after discovering it.
And when on the bed, why not grab at the comforter?
A balled up piece of scrap paper is better than any shop-bought toy, it seems.
But at last, even Noah needs to rest. At least for a minute.
Noah - you sure know how to have a good time. Glad to hear the break is going well - we love a staycation.ReplyDelete
Oh Noah reminds me of Annabelle. She loves to play with everything, including her older siblings tails. That does not make good points with them. He is adorable and has beautiful markings. Sounds like introductions are going along as well as they could considering all the personalities. Keep enjoying your staycation!ReplyDelete
Noah, you're having so much fun there! I guess you being home all day has changed the dynamics!ReplyDelete
I am glad to hear you are having a good holiday. Noah looks like he is full of fun.ReplyDelete
It's good to hear your time off is going well. Noah sounds like a very entertaining cat! I hope he finds his forever home soon.ReplyDelete
Have a great week!
dood...can ya bottles yur energeez & send sum R way....ah...de joyz oh bee in a wee one again ♥♥♥ReplyDelete
glad yur dadz holly day iz goin grate; de food serviss gurl understands about "werk"...her wood much rather be gardenin N doin yard werk, than be AT werk....any day !!
Noah, you sure are a handsome boy and looks like you really enjoy life a lot. Great piictures of you having such a good time. Take care and have a great day.ReplyDelete
What a charming boy! The perma-cats seem to be at least tolerating this teenager and his antics. Enjoy your well earned holiday, from Eileen and JessicaReplyDelete