Up early. The only fat man tip-toeing around our house was me. There was also one skinny cat. He wandered a bit more on his second night with us. Discovered that the door stoppers make a fun sound when you whack 'em. His long furry tail flipped back and forth across Dad's face gets him some petting in the middle of the night. The "No Cats On The Counter" Rule apparently doesn't apply between the hours of 3:00 am and 4:00 am. Meowing in the hallway outside Mom and Dad's bedroom has a fun reverb sound when the rest of the house is quiet.
I mentioned "still has some kitten in him" yesterday. I meant: more kitten than I anticipated. Oh, don't get me wrong - he slept nicely at the foot of our bed for a couple hours before starting the nocturnal explorations.
We may all need a nap this afternoon.
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Steph came over before 8:00... this new guy likes her. Steph is patient and plays with him. We need to have her come over before bedtime and wear him out.
We are trying out names. "Bo" was up first yesterday... Joan said, "That doesn't work - it sounds too much like 'No!'"... and he has heard that a time or twelve while he learns boundaries. I'm kidding - he is testing boundaries, not learning them. Next name up today is "Murphy"... we'll see how that works out.
I looked up "When do cats grow out of the kitten stage?" - between one and two years of age. So, only another year or so before we get a decent night's sleep.
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Chillin'...
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Baby Steps...
We put a harness on him. Didn't phase him a bit. I clipped on the leash. He needed a little encouragement to hop off the couch. The first little tug on the leash resulted in an over-the-shoulder WTF look. I took a few steps... he didn't. I came back to where he was standing and started again... and this time he walked with me. Down the hall to the bedroom, then back to the living room. Then, unclipped the leash and gave him a treat. That's enough for today.
It's a start.
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Nothing says "Merry Christmas!" like a soak in the hot tub. He watched me walk out, then ran to the door. After a bit, he went back to the couch, but kept a close watch on that door (according to Joan)...
Back inside and I got into the shower. The furry boy was curious about the shower, but not anxious to join me... I guess his bath yesterday was enough of that for now.
6 comments:
Cats always find the place in the house with the best acoustics when they are in a singing mood. Duke has taken to flipping kitchen cupboard doors when he is bored. Not opening them, just flipping them enough to make a banging noise. Lucy is cooped up since it is 21 degrees here this morning. When the sun comes up soon we’ll take a big bowl of warm food out to Blackie the feral, and make sure he has plenty of calories. Then off to lunch and jam with some friends. Merry, merry.
Hi Earl. Molly did that banging thing with cabinet doors. Fun. Nice that you are helping Blackie through the cold. Have fun with the jam today.
Steph's cats are afraid of the guitar playing. I played quietly for the new boy yesterday - he wasn't afraid, but he didn't come up and sit next to me, either. Maybe in time?
Welcome home Murphy! What a handsome boy.
Thanks, Jon.
So glad you two found Murphy. He is a handsome boy!
Thanks, Patrick. We think he's a good-looking feline, but... he looks tiny compared to what we're used to. I'm glad his facial structure is so different from Rufus, but he does kinda remind us of Izzy. I think he has some growing to do.
Wishing you and Kim a great 2024!
Jim
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