Sunday, September 25, 2011
I didn't think it would take me this long to get back to the hang of writing kitty limericks. Sorry about the delay. First some information, as Kitty Limericks has been neglected for so long. You may wonder, how do I select the kitties to write limericks for? Most of the time it is entirely random. Sometimes I see something on a blog that inspires me. If you would like to have me write a limerick for you or some other kitty (or woofie or any other blogging animal) just drop me an note to nyctolopsATvlaDOTcom or tell me in the comments.
Now to tell you about Tenzing. He moved in with Jack and Persephone March 1, 2010. Somebody had moved and left him behind all alone. The OTW and Big One rescued him and brought him home. He was about five months old at the time. He was big for his age and continues to be big. The OTW (opposable thumbs woman) wonders if he could be part Maine Coon. He has the size and long fur for it. Jack and Persephone have not been best pleased with their new brother. Jack calls him The Unnecessary Kitten and Persephone calls him the Orinch Meniss. He has fit himself into the family and can be caught snoozing with both Jack and Persephone, though neither one really likes to play with him, still. The photo shows Tenzing doing his second favorite thing in the whole world, rolling outside. Once let outside, he will roll and roll and roll. He just loves it. His favorite thing is house-trashing. I chatted with OTW not long ago and she thought that maybe he just doesn't realize how big he has grown or how strong his tail is or maybe he just likes to play "Will it bounce or will it break?" Whatever the reason, if something is on a shelf or table, Tenzing is likely to knock it down. He loves to climb the indoor tree. He loves to climb up the shelves. He has been known to knock over a floor lamp by pushing something over on it. Jack just loves to have fun. He always has fun, wherever he is. Put him in a room by himself for time-out and he will find a way to have fun in there.
Tenzing has fun wherever he goes.
It keeps him Mom on her toes.
To Jack and Persephone he'll say,
"Please, won't you come play?"
Unfortunately, they mostly say, "Noes!"
Saturday, September 3, 2011
It turned out that I needn't have worried at all about them getting along. My concerns were that Herman had always been an only cat in his two homes and much of his contact with other cats had been of the fighting kind. On the plus side, Herman had been acting a bit lonely. He wasn't playing as much as he had been. He was sort of moping around during the day, but being very clingy at night. I think he actually wanted a companion cat. When I brought Emma home (she didn't have a name yet, not for several days), the first thing I did was put her carrier in the middle of the living room floor. Herman greeted me, but ignored the carrier until Emma meowed softly. Then he slowly sauntered over to inspect the carrier. When he got up to the door, Emma backed to the very back of the carrier and hissed at him. Herman backed up just a little ways and lay down on the floor, looking at Emma. I took this for a good sign.
I had set up Herman's safe room for Emma. She had a litter box waiting and I brought her food and water as soon as we let her out of the carrier. She made herself right at home. She availed herself of all three facilities almost immediately and accepted my caresses right away. She was obviously not a feral-born cat, but must have escaped (or been dumped) from a home at a very early age, as she is only a year and a half old now. I don't know which it was, but all attempts to locate the former home failed. Herman insisted on coming into Emma's room with me every time I went in to feed, water, scoop the box and spend time with her. I let him stay until Emma hissed at him. To do him justice, he backed off every time he heard the hiss. He was a perfect gentleman toward her at all times. Herman wanted to be friends with her so badly, but Emma was scared of him. No wonder, he is twice her size. On the nineteenth day of Emma being in her safe room, I was awakened by loud thumping on that door. I thought Herman was trying to get in, so I got up to tell him to leave her alone until breakfast time. I found Herman right outside the door all right, but the latch hadn't engaged fully and Herman could have pushed the door open any time he liked. The noise came from Emma trying to get out. I opened the door, Herman and Emma kissed noses and they have been mostly friends every since. There is the occasional spat, but I have never seen any poofed-up tails or arched backs, so they have never been really serious about it.
Emma is very active. She wants to go everywhere, see everything, do everything. She even entices Herman to chase her by running right past his nose at top speed or even jumping over him. Sometimes, Emma has had enough of Herman and she goes to one of several spots where he can't or won't follow. I have never seen any kitty wrestling, but that isn't surprising, due to the difference in their sizes. Emma really does run wherever she goes. Oh, I have seen her occasionally start to just saunter down the hall, the way Herman does, but she soon picks up the pace. At night, as I go to my room, I see her flashing white feet ahead of me in the dimly lit hallway.
Emma runs wherever she goes.
The reason why, only she knows.
She runs and she leaps
Way up high, where she sleeps.
I love to watch those flashing white toes.