Jen basically read my mind in one of her recent tweets:
When you can’t think of anything to blog about, talking about your cat usually works. http://jen-sized.net/
It’s been awhile since I’ve blogged about my “kid,” anyway. He’s had some time now since I first adopted him last November to catch up and essentially become a cat version of me.
Last night marked the One Week Anniversary of Chauncey and Rufus meeting. To say the least, it’s been a monumental week of affectionate proportions.
Not to say that the initial reactions weren’t typical. As I opened the door to my bedroom–inside which Rufus had been shut for about 6 days getting to know the location of his litter box, food and water bowls–the arched backs and raised fur ensued. Chaunce got his bushy tail, and both kittens started their hissing. But their curiosity consistently overcame their apprehension–even for the first residentÂ kitten of the house.
It definitely helped that both were young from the onset, though. While Rufus had only left the litter of one brother and two sisters a week prior, Chauncey is only about 9 months old.
What also helps is their personalities match. They are both alpha cats (Chauncey the dominant alpha defaulting by way of size and age) and ever curious, active, energetic and playful. Rufus makes up for his size in tenacity, shown by the somersaults he pulls when he’s chased by Chauncey so he can double-back with all clawed fours aimed upward in his defense.
I could swear J.K. Rowlings was inspired by Annie Wilkes in Misery–so much that she decided to create Dolores Umbridge in The Order of the Phoenix. Consider the similarities, if you will. Annie Wilkes cooked delicious dinners and baked cookies for Paul Sheldon, just like Headmaster Umbridge probably gave her kittens and cats tuna every day for dinner. At night, Annie Wilkes broke Paul’s feet and ankles against a wooden block while …
I admit it. I never read the Harry Potter books. When it comes to that series, I am a straight-to-movie kind of gal.
But I could picture that saccharine, pink-dressed, evil teacher locking her kitties inside her room so they could be as near to her as possible as they fulfilled all her needs for furry friendship. *cough*
I admit it, though. That’s exactly what I’ve done.
I’ve locked Rufus inside my room.
(Wait. Let me explain. Please.)
I admit it. I’ve been aÂ cat-lover for some time, now. Fortunately, there’s beenÂ aÂ prince in the house to feed that craving and his name is Chauncey (as in, Billups).
He’s wonderful. Playful, curious, vocal, inquisitive, nocturnal. Black (with a couple white hairs here and there), sleek, shiny, long-tailed, agile. Has to have his paws on everything. He belongs to my roommate, yet has a special place reserved in my heart.
Just look at the guy…
I’ve wanted my own cat. I just haven’t admitted it to myself enough to commit. Perusing lolcats on ICanHasCheezburger.com, sure. Voting for the cutest kitteh on Kittenwar.com, sure. Playing with Chaunce when I get home from work (as all kittens should be played with everyday), sure.Â Scooping litter, takingÂ in for check-ups, mandatory play-time–not so much for me. I’ve been a hypocrite.