I’ve been trying to get a job with a law firm and in academia and have been spending most of my free time doing that. The job hunt has made it quite a while since I last updated what’s happening in my cat world. Be that as it may, here’s what I hope will be a quick note about the cats.
First, the bad news: Chet has left. I have no idea what happened to him, where he is, or if he’s even alive. Something scared him when I went out to feed him sometime in October or so and he fled. He came back, but wanted nothing to do with me other than the food. I had to put the bowls down and leave before he’d approach. Then he’d show up every few days and, finally, he just stopped coming around.
He and Spook didn’t get along and it turns out Spook was the aggressor. All Chet wanted was food and a place to sleep. Spook wanted the entire territory and Spook won. At one point, when Chet hadn’t shown up for a couple of weeks, Spook had mostly calmed down and all was well in the world. Then Spook started living up to his name again, and prowling around the outside of the house, like he’d seen or heard something. I went out with him and, lo and behold, when I shined a flashlight in the direction Spook was glowering, there was Chet. When I called to Chet, he ran. And I haven’t seen him since.
I hope someone caught him and, if he/she didn’t bring him into their house, at least brought him to an animal shelter where he could get treated (we have no kill shelters here, so unless he was really sick and/or injured, he would’ve been taken in).
Now the good news: Spook has adopted us. He started sleeping in the car, then on my couch, and ultimately on my lap and bed. He’s a demanding, needy little thing; he craves attention. He pretty much has the run of the house, gets regular feedings, and has warm, soft bedding to sleep on.
He’s also a really picky eater; one day he’ll eat the canned food we give him and the next day he snubs it – food from the very same can. We’ve found no rhyme or reason behind his gastronomic choices. He also varies his general tastes in food. He’s gone for nothing but fish for a couple weeks then would only eat meat and poultry.
Makes it hard to buy food . . .
Another thing I’ve learned about him is that unfortunately, as with most cats, he likes the computer and has a tendency to stand on it while I’m working. A couple of times, he stood on the computer when I had Word open. When I went back to the document, I found things like ‘zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz’ on the documents.
Good thing I proofread.
Despite those minor irritants, he’s a really sweet cat. He’s got a soft, kittenish voice and (as much as cats will) listens to me when I tell him what to do (or, more often, not to do). He’s pretty patient, too.
The most interesting thing is that he’s decided the time from 6:30 PM to 7:30 PM is our time. If I’m writing (work product, email, letters, cover letter, resume, whatever) he’ll come in, poke around and get in my way until I shut down the computer. He knows we’ll wind up laying on the bed together when he sees “the box” close. Then he gets excited and starts trying to get into my lap.
At night, he’ll knock my bedroom door open and jump onto my bed. He makes a soft mewl at me and lays between my calves. Then – and I’m not exaggerating – he’ll walk right up my torso (including my crotch) and stand on my chest looking into my face and purring. I pet him for a minute or two, then he moves back between my calves, curls up, and sleeps (he’s a snorer). A couple times, though, he’s tried to sleep on my chest.
So, all that said, it’s safe to say that Spook is now a part of the family. I suspect I’ll have many stories to tell in the future.