Monday, October 31, 2011

a flibbertigibbet, a will-o-the-wisp, a clown

Rex and Groceries have started crossing the road, so it's only a matter of time before they're squished. This makes me sad in advance. I hated them so much when I was bottle-feeding them and wiping their bottoms with paper towels to get them to poop, and encouraging them to eat solids by sticking my fingers in the canned cat food. There was very little about cat ownership that I enjoyed at that time. Plus Skiver was dying. It was a mess all around.

But now I love Rex and Groceries. They are terrific cats. Yes, I would prefer it if they hadn't ever pooped in the house--this is mainly Groceries--but they are soft and friendly. I think they made Skiver's death a lot easier for us. Even Emmett likes them. Emmett has been decidedly cool toward animals ever since he was bitten, unprovoked, by our niece's horrible purse dog--a poodle, of course--when he was a toddler. He didn't even like Skiver at first. He used to come wake us up in the middle of the night and say, "THE CAT IS IN MY BED," and we'd have to go make Skiver get out. But he gradually softened, and now he slings Rex over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and takes him downstairs with him at bedtime, and lets Rex sit on his lap and lick his ears. It warms my heart to see the child who used to shun all animals curl up in a chair with a cat and a book.

Plus they are so useful. They caught a mouse just on Saturday. I wish they wouldn't cross the road, but trying to keep a cat in your own yard is like trying to hold a moonbeam in your hand or something.


All8 said...

That totally stinks, and I don't just mean the pooping in the house.