Apr. 16th, 2017

Cat Talk

Apr. 16th, 2017 02:41 pm
sareini: following my fish (delirium)
When I came back from the local shop a few minutes ago (highlight of the trip: three young boys giggling as I passed and then one of them being dared to shout, "Hi Beard Lady!" at me as I reached my front door; I thought about waving back but I didn't want to give them heart attacks) the cats were waiting for me at the door.

Since the last time I posted about the cats - last year - things have changed somewhat. Lily is still here, minus several teeth and recovering from a bout of cholangiohepatitis that's lasted for about six months now, but sadly Cracker had to be put to sleep last year after suffering a major stroke that left her blind and unable to walk properly. A couple of months after that, my niece called me up and said, basically, "Hey, do you still want a new cat? Because I've found a free one." And that's where Callie - short for Calliope Tulip Shodan - came in.

When Callie arrived here in the first week of June she was a tiny tuxedo kitten who was equal parts fascinated by and terrified of everything. Lily took one look at her and, despite being at least four times bigger than her, immediately developed a case of bottlebrush tail and started growling at her. Callie barely seemed aware of her though, because new smells! and things to climb on! and oh hey, what's this food doing lying unattended on the floor? So after that initial introduction Callie got to spend a few days in a room of her own, where she terrified the life out of me by climbing up onto high objects and leaping about like a mountain goat.

Lily is actually a very easy-going cat, and once she was assured that she wasn't going anywhere she started taking an interest in Callie; sitting outside the door to Callie's room and sniffing; occasionally calling to her through the door. Their first few supervised visits still ended in growls, hissing and at least one cat puffing themselves up, but it actually only took a couple of weeks before the two of them could be trusted to wander the house freely without the risk of fur flying everywhere. There were still spats - while Lily still likes to play despite her senior years (she was always a bit sad that Cracker would always flee rather than play with her), she didn't have the energy or tolerance for the sheer amount of time Callie wanted to play, so there were still growls and paw smackdowns. And while she was at her illest with the cholangiohepatitis, she wanted to play even less, and my feet suffered during that time as Callie would take out her frustrations by biting anything that moved. But now?

Well, yesterday Callie spent over a minute trying to scruff Lily, who was lying on her back in the traditional "cat belly trap" pose", so she could drag her across the room for reasons known only to her. Callie's still not nearly as big as Lily, nor will she ever be, of course, so she was getting absolutely nowhere. Lily put up with this for a while, then reached out and gave a single whap to Callie with a paw, got up and ambled away. Two minutes later they were rolling across the floor together like a furry tumbleweed.

I'd say they're getting on.


A small black and white cat sitting in a slow cooker. (not plugged in)


A large ginger cat lying on a platform of a cat tree after ingesting catnip

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