Sable Plays

I saw Sable playing today. I went downstairs to the library first thing in the morning to sweep the floor and scoop the litter-boxes. While I was engaged in the latter activity, I heard a sound like somecat amongst litter. It was, in fact, somecat scraping along the floor. A fuzzy mouse was propelled from behind the couch and Sable came into view, trotting after the toy. She didn’t play with it while I was watching, but she didn’t hide, either. She had been playing.

I was delighted, of course, and am, but not surprised. Even at her age, and that is, I estimate, the early teens, she has always seemed a light-hearted cat, not the usual serious stray bent only on survival. Perhaps that is why she has done so well as an insider-cat. I would see her periodically outside the Cosy Apartment, rolling in the grass, and pretending to stalk birds she must have known she would not catch.

I hope one day to see Sabe playing with the other beasts. She seems to be growing close to Moxy. They sniffed noses today, and I have seen her lying on the bed near him. Brazil chased her once, but that appears to have been an aberration. Maybe she will be infected with Valkyrie’s kittenishness. In any case, today was a sign of one more step forward for my erstwhile outsider-cat. Who knows what tomorrow will bring?