As I’ve been nursing a sore throat all day, I haven’t accomplished much. Well, except for, since I really couldn’t do anything else, backing up every single photo I’ve taken since 2002, except for the ones I lost in the HD crash (and those may yet be recovered). I already had most of them on CD, but I figure you can’t have too many backups. Then I decided to finally put on all the Windows updates I’ve been putting off. SP3 is now on, and it didn’t crash my computer. Pays to wait. (Yes, I backed up before I updated, Nervous Nellies.)
Looking at the old pictures of Tig the Second brought back memories. I may have to bring some of those pics out of storage. Wow, what a belly he had. Meantime, we have the latest pictures of Tig and Gracie.
Gracie is a creature of habit. She has her routines, and she likes them. They are written in stone. She will not come into the bed on the right-hand side, only the left. In fact, for two years in Montclair, she stopped sleeping in my bed completely because I switched the nighttable to the other side, and moved myself to the right side of the bed instead of the left. The left was her side. I found that out when I moved to Richmond, and switched back to the other side of the bed. I was suddenly a two bedcat household again.
This is Gracie’s newest spot.
I see her upstairs all the time. She likes to poke her head through the rail and look down at me. Cats like being up high. The better to jump down and eat you with (they really do think they’re as big as tigers).
Tig couldn’t be any more different than Gracie. His spot is near me. And he likes shelves. Every day as I work in my office, he finds a spot and sacks out (when he isn’t driving me crazy by, say, biting my feet, like he’s doing now). This was his favorite spot. He can’t have it any more. I put books in it.
His new spot is behind the books on the bottom shelf of a different bookshelf. He knocks over a bunch of books on the way in or out. It’s where he hid from the cleaning crew. I see no hope in breaking him of this habit. Perhaps I should leave a space for him to go in and out instead of constantly having to pick up the books he’s knocked down.
Cats.
My old mama cat Biscuit would sleep on top of the top kitchen cabinets. I’d look up and see her watching.
They are settled in and happy.
Lemon juice, honey and hot water for the sre throat
“The better to jump down and eat you with (they really do think they’re as big as tigers).”
Our new kitten, Frodo (now 5 months, and 5 pounds), loves to grab on to our ankles when we walk, and ride while trying to bite the back of our legs. Not really a hard bite, but it is a habit we’re trying to break him of.
Clearly he’s thinking that if he can just sever the achilles tendon, he can eat the rest of us while we lie there unable to move.
Good thing they are as small as they are.
Then after he does that for a while, he’ll curl up in a lap or on my chest and purr up a storm while he naps.
It’s been said that G-d created the house cat so we could lie down with the wild beasts…
As for the shelf, resign yourself to having Tig sleep there henceforth, and make an access space. Less stressful for you that way.
“God created the cat to give humankind the pleasure of caressing the tiger.” – Theophile Gautier (1811–1872)
P.S. Tig’s fur looks luminous. And oh, that tail!
Please pet him and the golden Gracie for me.
That picture of Gracie gives you a great view of the white blaze on her back that’s shaped like a sword hilt. On top of everything else, she is Gracie of the Sword.