It cracks me up that I haven’t haven’t written much lately. As usual, that means there’s actually too much going on in my life, not too little.
For example: As many of you know, Mom is currently in the memory-care unit of an assisted living facility. I won’t go into details (yet), but she had another mental-illness crisis in June/July. The doctors ordered 24-hour supervision, and even if they hadn’t, we would have sought it.
What, then, to do with her two cats? There’s only one real answer: They’ve come to live with us.
Yes, that’s right. After the loss of Toto in February, we were down to three cats. Despite my insistent pleading, Kris refused to budge from that number. Now, however, we’re up to five cats. And man oh man, has that played havoc with the cat politics around this place.
To summarize, we have:
- Simon, he of prize-winning photos. He loves to climb ladders and to sleep late.
- Nemo, who is scared of everything except…
- Max (or Meatball), who is a lovable lug (but frightened of Nemo).
- Socks, who is a miniature version of Max. She is actually his blood sister.
- Silver, who is Simon’s blood brother.
At first, I thought Silver was worthless. He hid under the bed. He hissed. He didn’t interact with anyone. Now, though, after two weeks at our house, he’s established himself as Boss. (In the world of Kris and J.D., “Boss” is bestowed to the top cat of a house or neighborhood. Simon used to be Boss of the house, though he quarreled with Oreo next door about Boss of the neighborhood.)
It’s been entertaining over the past week to watch as the cat politics are sorted out. Simon was pissed off about being dethroned as Boss, and he and Silver came to blows a couple of times. Now, though, he’s resigned to it. As long as Mom still scritches him.
Meanwhile, Nemo (who thought he was Boss) hasn’t come inside except briefly. He’s completely cowed by Silver. And Maxwell doesn’t know what to think.
The new cats are chowing through the cat food. Because they were 100% indoor cats, they haven’t learned to use the outdoors for bathroom duties. (Although Silver figured out how to do Outside in minutes. He loves it.) And now our house is even furrier than it was before. The stairs are covered with cat hair.
Five cats seems like a lot. Still, I’m hoping Kris will let me get a replacement for Toto.