Sunday mornin' with the kids
This morning mom asked, “What did you name that cat again?”
She named her Missy, but I answered Misty.
“Oh, that’s a good name for her!” she said.
I’m not real fond of it, but it suits her. She’s a light silver-gray tabby with darker gray markings that sort of fade at the edges, and her white under-belly is not bright white but rather like the color of the moon white….so, she looks all misty.
She and Touka are playing together, therefore my instincts were correct. My instincts told me Touka wouldn’t eat her. They play as you’d expect a dog and cat to play….Touka lunges and Misty rears up, claw-ready, and sputters and hisses, then a fast-paced chase ensues. Misty wins for her ability to reach high places (and reminds me why I have no use for knick-knacks). Then Misty jumps down growling and they start the game again.
During down timeTouka will let Misty climb all over her and knead her back and face. Misty will curl up under Touka's most furry places for cat naps.
It's cute.
Morna still comes onto the deck for breakfast. She watches for it. This morning she came out from the garage when she heard me pour food into her dish. Glad of that, as it indicates she’s found the nests I made in there and is staying out of the rain. But she wouldn’t come onto the deck until after I went inside. Maybe she’ll choose to come inside at some point. Until then, she’s my outdoor cat.
Mom still spoils the indoor critters. Lets them eat from her plate and lap up milk from her cereal bowl....while she's eating! yeesh. She hollars at Touka for bad decision-making and brags on her for wiser decisions....because she attributes far more intelligence to animals than is even reasonable. Like knowing how to use the TV remote.
I just have to bear in mind my reason for bringing pets into the fold here - to give mom 'someone' to love, to care for, and befriend - and let go of the annoyances.
She named her Missy, but I answered Misty.
“Oh, that’s a good name for her!” she said.
I’m not real fond of it, but it suits her. She’s a light silver-gray tabby with darker gray markings that sort of fade at the edges, and her white under-belly is not bright white but rather like the color of the moon white….so, she looks all misty.
She and Touka are playing together, therefore my instincts were correct. My instincts told me Touka wouldn’t eat her. They play as you’d expect a dog and cat to play….Touka lunges and Misty rears up, claw-ready, and sputters and hisses, then a fast-paced chase ensues. Misty wins for her ability to reach high places (and reminds me why I have no use for knick-knacks). Then Misty jumps down growling and they start the game again.
During down timeTouka will let Misty climb all over her and knead her back and face. Misty will curl up under Touka's most furry places for cat naps.
It's cute.
Morna still comes onto the deck for breakfast. She watches for it. This morning she came out from the garage when she heard me pour food into her dish. Glad of that, as it indicates she’s found the nests I made in there and is staying out of the rain. But she wouldn’t come onto the deck until after I went inside. Maybe she’ll choose to come inside at some point. Until then, she’s my outdoor cat.
Mom still spoils the indoor critters. Lets them eat from her plate and lap up milk from her cereal bowl....while she's eating! yeesh. She hollars at Touka for bad decision-making and brags on her for wiser decisions....because she attributes far more intelligence to animals than is even reasonable. Like knowing how to use the TV remote.
I just have to bear in mind my reason for bringing pets into the fold here - to give mom 'someone' to love, to care for, and befriend - and let go of the annoyances.