Catching Up
My deepest apologies for no posts the last few days. The holiday weekend was full and then work has taken over (so much so that I’m still at it now at nearly 11 in the evening).
But I did want to clarify a few points I’ve made the last few entries on the blog.
The first is about Cecil. When I wrote out that long history of how we adopted him (and in numerous other posts), I talked a lot about his terrific relationship with Henry. They do love each other, and the cat put ups with a ton of hair pulling and ear grabbing and tail tugging.
But make no bones about it: he’s a real bastard. This is not a cat I’d wish on anyone. He constantly is chewing on things that he shouldn’t, eats plastic like it’s going out of style, runs up and down the hallway so loudly it can wake up the dead, and his litter box is nothing but one of the smelliest spots on the planet. In fact, a few weeks ago Kristen talked about giving him away! (She was joking. But only a little.)
We don’t really know what to do with him. Henry loves him and he loves Henry. But that seems to be the only good relationship he has with a human.
The other thing I wanted to point out was me talking about how I’m dreading Henry growing up. Crawling, pulling himself up, all those things are signalling him no longer being a baby. And I hate that.
But, I have to admit, I can’t wait for him to get a little older. I want him to be 4 so we can go to a baseball game and he can sit and watch it (if only for a few innings). I want him to be 2 so when we go to the petting zoo, he’s big enough to wander around and not have to be strapped into his stroller. I want him to be 6 so we can play catch in the backyard.
I constantly have to tell myself, “All in good time. He’ll be old before you know it and then, pretty soon, he’ll be so old he won’t want to do anything with you except for ask you for money.”
These are my dilemmas.
July 8th, 2009 at 6:18 am
I appreciate your cat woes. We have had Otis for 4ish years, and started fostering a cat named Bella in March. They don’t get along. Bella is a marshmallow of a thing — big, fat, cuddly. Otis, on the other hand, doesn’t like her and doesn’t particularly care for us humans either. He bites and scratches and cuddle time is rare these days. And someone’s peeing on the basement floor (which is delightful as the summer heats up and the smell wafts up into the rest of the house). Can’t wait to see how everyone reacts to the hairless cat (aka baby) we’re bringing home in a few weeks!