Tuesday, February 28, 2006
It Takes Four to Curl
There was one evening when Theo and I were playing fetch and after about a zillion throws I decided I needed to get some other work done. Theo dropped the ball at my feet and looked up. I refused to look back. Eventually he picked up his ball and brought it over to where Diego-san was lounging and dropped it at Diego's feet. He gave Diego the same look as he was giving me, hoping I guess, that Diego would play fetch with him. Wasn't going to happen.
Monday, February 27, 2006
I learned that at the clinic he was called "Tumbles." And from what the foster family that cared for him told me, it took a bit of time for him to learn to get around on three legs and not four. But now there's little he can't do that the other two boyz can.
After Max died I had doubts about adopting another cat. It's a hard fact of life that as a pet owner there is a significant chance you will outlive your pet (unless it's a turtle or a bird). I met someone who changed my way of thinking. Laura Lee told me that it wasn't just about me- that since I was a good cat person and there were so many cats out there looking for a good home, it was my duty to adopt another cat (or two).
I'm still not sure I would have adopted another cat if I hadn't met Thompson. There's something both sad and comforting about the look he gives you. And to watch him tear around the house and explore and make the most out of life is inspirational. Every day inspirational.
Now Max is probably rolling over in his urn given the population of cats that occupy HIS house.
I sometimes wonder how Theo, Thompson, and Diego-san would do on their own in a one cat house. Thompson dotes on the other two so I think he wouldn't be as happy. He often takes his cue from Diego- waiting to do something until he sees Diego does it first. Theo lived in a house with seven other cats before moving in with me and the boyz and he constantly is pestering the other two to play.
Diego-san I think would actually enjoy a few moments alone. There are times he just craves my attention and now that Theo follows him around like a little shadow Diego spends much of the day seeking a little peace and quiet. He's such an impressive looking cat I'm sure he would have had no trouble finding a house that would have gladly accepted him and lavished him with all the attention in the world. But he and Thompson got along so fabulously in their "foster home" that the shelter I got them from wanted the two to be adopted together. I'm forever grateful they did.
Thursday, February 23, 2006
Whole Lotta Purring Going On
I was a bit surprised that Diego, usually the most grounded of the trio, seemed to have had the most difficulty in spending all that time mostly without human companionship. Diego didn't quite seem to know what to do with my return. He would follow me into whatever room I wandered but he refused to hop up on my lap. When he joined me in bed under the covers he was purring so loud that it sounded like I was with a den of lions.
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Gowee Homee, Gowee Homey
My own boyz were a tad surprised to hear me come home (4 a.m.) They didn't know what to do. Theo wanted to snuggle and couldn't stop purring. Thompson ran to his food dish but ultimately came over and wanted his neck scratched. Diego-san bellowed, ran to the sink, watched the water flow, bellowed some more and eventually sat with his back to me looking out into the dark.
Kind of glad to be home where things are back to the routine (things are never normal in the home for wayward kitties).
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Even more impressive is Theo's ability to play fetch. When he hears the sound of a ball (his favorites are the crinkly multi colored balls) he'll excitedly sit at my feet until I throw the ball. He tears after it with such fervor that Thompson and Diego-san have learned to jump up some place high and safe for fear of being run into by a whirling dervish. Theo then comes waddling back, drops the ball at my feet and if I don't continue repeating this process he'll meow until I get the hint. This can go on and on and on...
Monday, February 20, 2006
I was hoping the figure was smarter than what I was anticipating his next action to be. Sure enough in a flash of a moment the figure launched himself off the sink and tried to land over the glass shower door. He wasn't even close although he managed to grab on to the top of the door. So there we were, the two of us- one in a running trickle of warm water, the other hanging on for dear life on the other side of the shower door. It was kind of amusing to see him all stretched out not knowing what to do next. I couldn't really help because there was no way I could pull him over and I knew if I opened the door he'd fall. I chose the second option hoping the landing would be soft enough not to hurt but scary enough where a repeat of this early morning activity would never be repeated.
Saturday, February 18, 2006
A Professional Napper
Friday, February 17, 2006
And Down the Stretch They Come
Two summers ago I had the attic of my house finished into a bedroom/bathroom. The 12 stairs are fairly steep. When the upper wing was brand new, every time I'd start the ascent upstairs Diego would go tearing on by me. When Theo joined the fold he made it a point to beat both Diego and me up the stairs. Now whenever I need to go upstairs I do so nonchalantly, not wanting to let the boyz get a head start. As soon as I hit that first stair I run as fast as I can. No matter where they are in the house Theo and Diego will try to be the first ones upstairs. It's like they are either playing for pride or they think there is some big treat awaiting for them on the other level.
Diego's gate is much more graceful. He'll even skip stairs on his dash upwards. Theo's style is more workmanlike but his diligence often pays off. He's often the winner.
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Diego's music is more Bartok than Bach, more jarring than mathematical but I always get a kick when he feels the need to express himself musically.
So maybe it isn't a coincidence that my favorite CD of the year thus far is Cat Power's "The Greatest." I've read reviews comparing her to everyone from Dusty Springfield to the Cowboy Junkies. Whatever. For some reason her music really makes me miss Juliana Hatfield. My favorite song on the CD is "Empty Shell," a song that would do Juliana proud. It just kills me. "I love and and I miss you too... I really do love you and I really do miss you too..."
The CD is sparse in a subterranean way; the lyrics proving sometimes the less said the more effective. The backing is provided by Al Green's band (including horns) but they never overwhelm Chan Marshall's dreamy singing. "The Greatest" doesn't rock but it's as mesmerizing as watching a big black cat lose himself as he walks back and forth on a baby grand keyboard.
Cats and Dogs
As a kid I always thought I wanted a dog. My parents didn't let us have any pets given my sisters' allergies and the fact that there were already five of us who needed to be fed and put through college. One of the first things I did when I moved out on my own was to get a cat. Turned out to be the world's coolest cat ever (the late great Mr. Max) who taught me about all things feline and how any other species just wasn't quite as cool.
Taking care of Kurbie and Torii has meant leaving my own boyz by themselves for the most part. My niece is feeding them and I have tried to stop by for visits during my lunch hour. Theo looks confused (well I guess that's normal) and he remains as affectionate as ever. Thompson looks hurt by being abandoned and just wants to be fed while Diego saunters away as if to let me know he doesn't care one way or the other.
I'm looking forward to returning home but I know deep down I'll miss the two guys my friend affectionately refers to as her "lil assholes."
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
That Wacky Wacky Kitty Behavior Vol. 1
Doin' The Thompson
Saturday, February 11, 2006
The Great Big Grizzly Bear by the Running River
Friday, February 03, 2006
The Other Side
If I leave a door slightly ajar Theo will try to push it open. Unfortunately he doesn't quite understand the concept of how a door functions so he will try and open it by pushing his paws through the open crack and just by occasionally accidentally brushing the wood will the door begin to open further.