Gracie vs. Tig3

Where’s Gracie? Why no pictures of her lately?

Because she’s a lump. Lumps are not very photogenic. Witness a typical Gracie pose these days:

Now take a look at a comparable picture, with Tig3 acting like a lump.

Gracie? Boring. Tig3? Not boring. There’s simply no comparison between the two these days.

I have tried to get Gracie outside, or doing something other than sleep. But I’ve had no luck. She’s starting to feel her age, I guess. She’s eleven. And now Tig’s not around to bug her, so she gets to do what she wants. Until Tig3 is let out into the general population, which will not be until after this weekend. I’m going to clean up and try to kitten proof the apartment (shyeah, like he won’t find a zillion things that I miss), and then Sarah’s coming over to help me put mesh netting over the half of my stairway that’s open. It’s a six-foot drop at its highest, and I worry Tig will fall through. He’s too little and inexperienced with stairs. If he falls into a net, no harm done.

Besides, how can I resist taking pictures like this?

The little ham.

That first picture above, on the computer backpack? I think that’s what the mature Tig is going to look like. I’ve been admiring an orange Main Coon in a coworker’s calendar. He looks very lion-like, with a regal face and jaw. If that’s what Tig3 turns out to be, I will be very happy, indeed. Okay, even if it isn’t, I’ll be happy. Tig3 has been here a week and brought much joy. I guess things just aren’t right without a Tig in my life. Come June, I will have had a Tig of one sort or another in my life for twenty-five years.

Things are right again. Yep. All’s right in my world.