I want to thank everyone for their kind comments on Cammie’s stroke. She continues her recovery. My princess has found the courage to jump up into the top saddle of the taller cat-tree in the bedroom; that is one of her favourite spots. A frustrating development, though, is her sudden aversion to the Z/D food she has been eating for months. I have given her portions from two different tins, and the result is the same. Sigh. Living with cats is like being in a pinball machine, bouncing from one problem to another.
However, I am grateful for the princess’s adaptation to her circumstances. As I mentioned just recently to a friend, she’s a marvellous little creature.
And I have reason to be grateful for other things. This is Raleigh at play. He likes to play, trying to scoop up the string-toy with his paddle-like feet. He has recently discovered that the boxes on the floor make excellent platforms for play, or just for rest.
I suspect he has been watching the other beasts. Tucker and Parker especially like decent boxes, and the former enjoys battling toys in a box-lid. But they too find the constricting limits of a cardboard box, in which the body is twisted or compressed, the head resting on a knife-blade edge, to be the height of relaxation.
But Peachy has been developing as a cosy apartment cat in other ways, too. His regression into timidity with me is easing a little. He will still run without provocation (at least provocation that I can sense) but, more often now, he allows me to rub his fuzzy head. And he has never minded the other cats.
Josie was a good choice for a couch-companion. My Chubs doesn’t mind other cats being near, as long as they aren’t too near. Any closer than this and she might have leaped away. But Raleigh is learning from the others, I am sure: the joys of boxes here, the comfort of a couch there. Bit by bit, he is progressing.
And as long as there is progression, whether by Cammie or Raleigh or someone else, then bit by bit is probably the best way to go.