Thank you, Allikat! PURRRRR!!!
I just got my birthday present from my friend Allikat - a ceramic slice of birthday cake with a big 48 on it, a ball of twine and a quill in inkpot! COOL!
And a plaque with the poem she wrote for me, which made me get all mushy again and I've put it flat in a SAFE place till it's daytime and I can bang nails into the wall to hang it. Somewhere NO CAT will knock it down and no tall human housematepersons will brush into it. Yet somewhere visible that I can keep walking past to see it again and again. PURRR.
We have another cat. Kitten, my softhearted daughter, kept telling me about the poor little pregnant orange tabby that mewed outside the window on cold nights and wanted to come in. This cat sat out there for weeks singing "Castle on the Clouds" in feline in a high pure sweet kittenish soprano. Well, one night "Cosette" took matters into tiny white paws and raced in the door. The heck with this freezing outside stuff. (I am a HOUSE cat. Get it?)
Quivering and thrusting a tiny little pink nose in a white-triangle orange tabby dainty face into Kitten's armpit, the newcomer shivered and snuggled and cuddled and was utterly adorable. We were all concerned about the kittens. Kitten felt the cat's tummy. "The kittens are fine."
"I don't think she's 'ready to drop' like you said, Kitten. Hecky was about THIS wide, like a whale, when she had hers." I looked skeptically at the tiny orange mite. Very small cat. Pointed dainty face. Teeny white feet. Short hair. Plump pear shaped build.
Yes, Virginia, there are feline female impersonators.
Cuddling "Cosette" an hour later, Kitten discovered - little orange balls. Very prominent, despite the way this cat sat to hide the facts. Uh huh.
Ari pops up, big fluffy masked face wide-eyed and friendly. (Won't you be my friend? You're another cat! That's so neat! You're another cat and you're inside! We can play!)
Qufur, being a former street cat, huddled back with a low growl and dropped from Operatic Countertenor to a good feline impression of baritone Scarpia. rrrrOOOOOoooowowowowowowowow. Hiss.
Thus began the One-Sided Catfight.
Ari follows Qufur, about two feet behind. He's SILENT. He grew up with me and a computer. He has few words and very expressive gestures, he's a soft footed cat mime. Never talks. Qufur's voice is always going, usually between Scarpia and Darth Vader basso profundo. (I'm a boy. I'm not your bitch. Nobody said there was another cat here, you beige giant.)
Slowly, Ari is closing the distance.
They claimed different spots in my room. Qufur lays on my comfy chair while Ari drew the line at my feet. (My bed, my human, but you can use the comfy chair.)
Qufur is Kitten's cat and Ari's fine with this. He likes Kitten too.
I did not realize how big Ari has grown till I saw him with another cat. He's gotten gigantic and it's not all fur. His ears are farther apart and he's got a big thick neck, he's growing into those huge dark feet and his proportions change weekly. Major growth spurt... but he's grown into a gentle giant and he is being a perfect furry diplomat right now. They will make friends.
My cat's a writer. He's stubborn. Qufur will eventually Get It.
Robert and Ari >^..^< (You didn't tell him about the catnip thingie you made me! Purr! I can get stoned anytime I want and it's fun to chase. I am a Geek and a Stoner Kitty!)