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Small behaviors

4 Sep

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Scenes like this used to be the norm, before Neebu had his accident and Muuli got all primal and rejected her injured brother. More than a year since his accident and recovery, Muuli still hisses and smacks her relatively unphased and unbothered brother on a near-daily basis. Some days however, she seems to forget all about her need to be top cat, and snuggles like these happen. In the last week or two I’ve snuck up on a handful sessions like this, and I can’t help but hope for more. Cat hierarchies are complicated! Power struggles aside, it is sweet to see them all succumb to a little pile of cat-love every once in a while.

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Lovable jerk cats

10 Jun

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Cats are jerks. Not all the time of course, but some of the time. The jerk above (Muuli) likes to sleep on our curtains to catch the morning light and bake for a few hours, even if we chase her out of the curtains several times each morning. Nothing deters her from baking her little brain in the sun, nothing. Fighting cat hair pile up is infinitely more complicated when both sides are covered in it.

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Neebu loves to scale our furniture, our mantle, the banister, the coat rack, or hang from the shower curtain rod (while you’re in the shower), but he especially loves the element of surprise. He chooses his moments, like when one of us is on the phone, when we’re just sitting down for dinner, or as we’re just falling asleep (every night). Cute, isn’t it? His current favorite, aside from running through the house, jumping up to our mantle then catapulting up to the top of our bookcase, is to sit in the window in the utility room, on a pile of theoretically freshly laundered cleaning towels. He likes to pop up there when I’m alone in the house washing dishes, almost as if he enjoys giving me a small heart attack when I see a moving object near our back door when there shouldn’t be anything there. Cute.

 

Real Life (with 4 cats)

14 May

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There is little to be said that could fully capture the amazing nature of this moment. This rarely happens. From left to right: Neebu, Lucca, Sofia and Muuli.  I already shared another version of this photo on Instagram, but I can’t help myself.

 

Cats and an anniversary

24 Mar

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It is time for some cats on this blog. I could write about the record shop, or the upcoming relaunch of my design website, or the meals we have and haven’t been cooking, the fact that spring is here (for now anyway) …or I could just talk about cats. Cats it is.

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Look at these cats! Sofia, the oldest siamese goes through occasional phases of “late night mothering” where she carries around a little stuffed kitten in her mouth at night, and cries like the world is ending. Long, loud and seriously mournful cries at 3AM. I’ll call out to her, and she always comes running, carrying her little baby in her mouth, but dropping it at our bedroom door as she races in. None of the other cats seem to mind her routine, and they don’t seem to care particularly for her baby, but she has loved that thing since she was a kitten.

Neebu has been an intensely snuggly (needy) cat lately. He has always been very attached to his humans, but particularly since his accident last year. Every night, he wiggles his way into our bed, right in the middle, and frequently manages to sleep with his head on one of our pillows, just like people. He’ll stay there all night, and frequently stays in bed long after the humans have left. The first week of April marks one full year since his surgery, and he is without a doubt recovered and completely unfazed by his little post-injury limp. I feel absolutely relieved to be one year away from the most intense cat-related crying I have ever done, and Intern is probably super happy that he never comes home to me crying about our pathetic cone-wearing cat anymore. Feelings all over back then.

His sister Muuli is more or less exactly the same as she was months after his surgery, continually expressing indifference, hissing dislike, and playful mild interest towards her brother all day, every day. In a hour long period she will rotate through all her feline-freak reactions towards him: first indifference, then seconds later growling and smacking, then will turn a corner, be completely startled by him, come back and lick him on her way to take a nap. Maybe also in there: more growling and also purring.

 

Kittens turn 3

3 Mar

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Kittens! Or should I say, kittens no more. Today these cat-hooligans turn three! These well-loved, unplanned and ultimately best-worst decisions we ever made came into our lives during a whirlwind of stress and poor planning. We said goodbye to a perfectly reasonable life with two cats, and hello to humans being outnumbered by felines, 2 to 1. I love these rascals, even though we do occasionally look back at our life pre-feline chaos, back when our couch was unmarred by little claws, our bed wasn’t dominated by cats, and our grocery list didn’t always look like we were shopping for a cat shelter. Can’t go back, and we love these cats intensely.

These guys are my constant companions, my shadows, and in constant competition for space on my office chair. While our older cats are a bit more aloof and less-frequently needy, these young cats are all in my business, all the time. Most of the time, I love it. With four cats comes chaos, allergies and a  lot of laughter and cat talk. Cat talk for life.

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