On Living with a Felina
It has now been a few weeks since the small feline moved in with us. She seems comfortable here. And I am slowly learning what it means to be in charge of taking care of a cat and also discovering various ways in which curiosity could have killed such a creature.
Two days ago, I had to search through great parts of the house looking for Felicia (not for the first time) because she, apparently, had fallen asleep on the warm floor in the bathroom behind a small cupboard. Cats, of course, go where they please and do what they want. I am fully aware of this, but I still do worry when I have not seen the cat for hours. Cats and dogs are very different. Dogs smell stronger, and they tend to make more noise, and as such they are always easier to locate than cats.
I am, however, enjoying the company of Felicia quite a lot. I usually prefer being on my own when I write, but the presence of the cat does not distract me, and looking at her playing or, as it often happens, sleeping, when I take a short break to gather my thoughts during the writing process is very soothing.
It is needless to say that Evelyn is very fond of the cat as well. Vincent is another matter. I fully accepted that she would not be allowed into his room and that he would not appreciate assisting in taking care of her in any way, but while he still claims to mean all this, I have observed him allowing Felicia to curl up in his lap and actually stroking her while sitting in a couch and reading. I am curious to see how their relationship will develop.
Two days ago, I had to search through great parts of the house looking for Felicia (not for the first time) because she, apparently, had fallen asleep on the warm floor in the bathroom behind a small cupboard. Cats, of course, go where they please and do what they want. I am fully aware of this, but I still do worry when I have not seen the cat for hours. Cats and dogs are very different. Dogs smell stronger, and they tend to make more noise, and as such they are always easier to locate than cats.
I am, however, enjoying the company of Felicia quite a lot. I usually prefer being on my own when I write, but the presence of the cat does not distract me, and looking at her playing or, as it often happens, sleeping, when I take a short break to gather my thoughts during the writing process is very soothing.
It is needless to say that Evelyn is very fond of the cat as well. Vincent is another matter. I fully accepted that she would not be allowed into his room and that he would not appreciate assisting in taking care of her in any way, but while he still claims to mean all this, I have observed him allowing Felicia to curl up in his lap and actually stroking her while sitting in a couch and reading. I am curious to see how their relationship will develop.