From the Tiger ~
I don’t mean to complain but I gotta tell you the new boy is getting on my nerves. I’m talkin’ about the one they call Benji (aka, Squeaker and Stinker, Sue’s words, not mine.)
She must have known I was lonely ever since Shadow went away (may he rest in peace.) Yes, I do miss my brother. He was the greatest friend and confidant a cat could ever have. Always looking out for me. Always there for me to lean on.
And who can forget all the fun we had together exploring the great outdoors?
So a companion would be nice. But can this new kit on the block really take the place of Shadow?
The problem is, he never stops moving! Pestering! Stalking! Can’t he see I’m twice as big as he is? Only my hissing keeps him at bay and I don’t want to hiss everyday the rest of my life! It’s against my better nature. I’m gonna have to bop him one real soon because despite all my warnings he cannot seem to stay away from me. He’s always lurking somewhere ready to spring.
And get this. I found him sleeping on the big bed which is definitely against the rules! I’m gonna have to teach him a few things and the sooner the better!
From the Benji ~
I think he likes me.
While strolling in my garden this fine day I came across an unexpected visitor..
It wasn’t this squirrel storing up supplies for the coming winter…
And it wasn’t this pair of kinglets who stopped by for a drink and bath.
It wasn’t Tiger who drank the flavored water after they left..
Nor this spider who made a home in the rosemary..
The turtle stands daily, stone cold on the stream’s edge, so it was not him.
No. It was in the woodpile.
Where I found the visitor hiding.
How he got there I will never know. But I shall let him stay.
LOL. No, don’t use it. I envy people who do. So convenient and concise. But it’s not for me. I tried it once and felt like an imposter. Haha, no problem. Heehee, occasionally. LOL? Lol? Never. There must be some deep seated emotional reason I can’t use it but I haven’t figured out yet what it is.
Bucket List. Nope. There are many things I want to do, plan to do, places I would like to go and plan to go. Good enough. I just can’t put it into the context of “before I kick the bucket.” Why spoil the dreams and all the fun of planning with that?
To die for. As in, “this cake is to die for!” Sigh. It may be really good cake. The best I have had in a long long time. But “to die for?” Um, no. I don’t think so. But again, I envy those who can say it with such passion. You do it well and it makes me want to try that cake! But I tried it once and it didn’t work out (the phrase not the cake.) That imposter thing again. So I would say it if I could but I can’t so I won’t.
Adamant. It’s a great word, actually. I said it once, a long time ago, just like this, “a DAM ant” where I thought it worked really well for emphasis. And my friend said, do you mean “ad-a-mant?” (spoken correctly rolling off the tongue, all in a hurry. ) Yes, I guess I did. But that was the last time for me. I don’t say adamant anymore. Too risky. Whatever. (Btw, I like “whatever.” “Whatever” works for me. So does “btw,” by the way.)
Dis. As in “disrespect” I guess, I was never quite sure. Seemed like everyone dissed someone else there for a while. Do they still do that? I can’t use words that seem to come out of nowhere and then seem to disappear.
Toulees or tulies. As in “out in the.” Now I’m going way back. I was in grade school I think and had written a story about a girl who lived out in the “two leaves.” The spelling made perfect sense to me as that is how I pictured the word. But my sisters read the story and laughed out loud. (They actually DID laugh out loud, though there was no LOL in those days.) So I’m not taking a chance on that one again. Then again, no one says “out in the tulies” anymore, do they?
It’s hard to keep up. Do you have words like that?
Tiger here. Solidarity, that’s what I’m talkin’ about little brother. These sniffles are for you (maybe even from you.) I bear them for your sake like the soldier that I am. I know what it’s like to be the new cat on the block. I came up from the streets just like you did (so to speak; let’s just say I know the inside of a jail.)
So Benji, I know you’re here. I hear your squeaks from the room below. I hear you flying through the house when you think I’m not around. (Careful boy, you still have lots to learn.) And I saw your paw stickin’ out today from under your cell. Ah, the quest for freedom! Don’t worry, it’s coming little brother. I can feel it in my whiskers.
But before we become a fully integrated household I need to let you know a few things.
First of all, Sue has confirmed to me that I shall remain the number 1 feline in this house. Yes, I’m Number 1 and that means you must needs be Number 2. Sorry, but you’ll get used to it. I did. My big brother Shadow (may he rest in peace) used to hold that most privileged status. (Don’t deny it Sue; you know it’s true.) I miss him, but now the title comes to me and I will set the standards for cat behavior in this home. See below.
Number 1 Entitlements
Full submission from #2 in all things, all matters and all disputes.
Exclusive rights to sleep on the big bed upstairs.
Exclusive rights to Sue’s office (includes blogging rights with picture.)
Exclusive rights to the bigger critters in back. (You’ll learn what that means later. Trust me on this.)
Full visiting privileges to your room with grandma.
In and out privileges at will.
Number 2 Responsibilities
Submission to #1 in all things, all matters and all disputes.
I think that should cover it.
Signing out for now till we meet in the flesh ~ the Tiger
Glimpses through windows and sniffs under doors. The suspense builds as the promised meeting of the two kitties remains on hold. Our new Benji is living in quarantine while recovering from an upper respiratory infection. The highly contagious virus (to cats not humans) was not evident when we brought him home from the Humane Society but hit with a vengeance a couple of days later. A visit to our vet and we are half way through the antibiotics. The sneezing has decreased and I am thankful. I am keeping a close eye on Tiger for the least sign of infection.
I visit Benji downstairs a few times a day to bring him his favorite canned food, dispense medicine, clean his box and air out the room. (A real Florence Nightingale I am.) He’s always happy to see me, sparkly eyed and chipper.
During today’s visiting hours I plant myself in the comfy recliner to provide a lap for him and to watch the ballgame. I also bring my journal along to while away the time in case the inspiration to write strikes. Benji is usually content to sit quietly on my lap while I pet him. But today he is so distracted with the object in my hand that any writing is futile. It’s play time and he loves my bobbing pencil more than the lifeless toys on the floor. I put the journal away, bring out some yarn and Benji springs into action!
So it turns out he’s a kitten. A playful, active, if-anything-moves-I’m-on-it kitten. This becomes more apparent as he gets better each day and his energy level increases, surpassing any others in the house, feline or human.
When my visiting hour is up I sneak out of the room, wash up and head upstairs. By this time Tiger is peering through the sliding glass door outside wanting in. I oblige as I am wont to do. It’s my job to let him in and out at the time and place of his choosing. (Yes, they have my number.) After a quick snack of kibble he follows me up to my office. It’s our favorite place, quiet and peaceful. We visit awhile before he stretches out and I hear him snoring.
Maybe he’s dreaming of his new little brother? He saw him again yesterday through the large window in Benji’s room. I was visiting when we looked into the backyard and saw Tiger approach. He looked first at the little intruder and then at me with a look that said, ‘what are you doing in there?’ Hmm.. I can explain.
Everything I had read indicated that a slow introduction was important for cats. Well that is what we have ended up with, like it or not. I’m still hopeful that an enduring brotherhood and friendship will develop between these two kitties after the quarantine is over in a week or two. Time will tell.
A race between red and green with green clearly in the lead….
now neck and neck….
red with a slight lead…..
and the winner is……..
Sue here. Time for the Tiger and Benji update and it’s all slow. That’s okay. We’re in it for the duration. Our new Benji has been on the premises for a week now and he’s the sweetest, softest, tiniest kitty boy imaginable. But the little fellow has been sneezing almost since we got him. And so we visited the vet today and confirmed he has the dreaded “URI”, or upper respiratory infection. Poor sweet boy. We have been given an antibiotic in liquid form and fortunately it is easy to administer. Tasty too, from what they say. Here he is, wide-eyed and ready to roll, sick or not!
This will bring to a halt the planned meeting with the resident big boy tabby, Tiger. They’ve seen each other up close once or twice but we’ll have to keep Benji more secluded now that we have had the URI diagnosis confirmed. Thankfully our home makes keeping the boys separate fairly easy. And Tiger loves spending most of his day outside, just coming in for a snack, and to visit.
Here he is at my feet this morning in his best doggie pose. Still a big sweet boy himself.
Kind of a rough start for little Benji, but I’m glad we are able to nurse him along. Still expecting that he and the handsome Tiger will become good buddies. Just not as soon as I’d hoped. Life is like that sometimes.