sunset over our back wall
Sunny Bunny Boo Boo head has been acting very old and passive in the last year. I attributed that to his age. He has gotten almost sullen. Not at all the cranky curmudgeon of the past but rather a cat who after eating breakfast would take to his (my) bed and spend most of the day there. Nothing like the rip around and terrorize the Saint Bernards (when they were with us) kinda cat anymore.
Ellie Mae Scootles, although a small dog of mixed ancestry, is really cat like and was Odin's bitch......literally as well as figuratively. She learned to howl at the front door, gripe at the neighbors, and demand in and out at least half a million times a day. She apprenticed well. The only thing she did that I knew was pure Ellie was jump in my lap and put her front paws on my chest and put her head down in my neck and whimper a little when she had had being pushed around by cats or Odin.
Who are these animals now that Odin is at his rest? Free.
In just two days time there has been an uprising and they are not letting anyone be the king again. I heard them discussing it last night. They are all rebels and are conspiring an overthrow, should there need for one, of any more tyranny. They have become the cats united in freedom. Les Mis no more. And they have had several throw downs just to prove it. Some even have included blood. They are working all of this new stuff out.
While Ellie has always been the instigator of all things playful, she is now the object of kitty attacks and hard play. None of them was allowed to fuss or fight or play hard before because King Odin forbade that activity. It must of upset his sense of order or just bugged him because he wasn't feeling well for longer than we knew. I'm not griping about his reign because I do miss him, only pointing out since his release from his pain, the other animals have loosened up and played and have gotten to know one another in a whole different way.
And so that brings me to a prophetic occurrence. Yesterday, Shelley and I ran errands as we always do on Mondays. We dropped Ellie off at the groomers. The last time we did that, she was picked on by Odin, I guess because she smelled different and it wasn't a happy thing for her. Ellie went about inking (Nemo reference) every time Odin came close. We went to the pet store to get some items we needed and some we didn't even know we needed like a jacket for Ellie. As we cruised the kitty toys we came to the adoption area. No, we did not get a new cat.......although it sure was tempting.
This photo was borrowed from photobucket and is Untitled by Joy. This is what I think Sabrina would look like when she is grown. Sorta like Don Estorbo or Deets.
Although Chaos is a pretty cool name for a gorgeous black cat.
And then I came home to a delivery of the giveaway prize I won from Wendy S at The Year of the Cat. Oh my!!!!! Black Cat essence perfume, a gorgeous black cat necklace (sorry the photo is not good) and a sign "Paw readings, black cats welcome". What is a girl to think? Prophecy, coinkidenk, a sign of something to come or the fulfillment of my black cat dream? Or what? I'm going with a beautiful giveaway as my description.
I have to be strong and a good pet owner and let our fur babies find the order of their lives without Odin and without Chaos. Ellie looks so good with her new hair cut, even the cats approved. And she especially loves the warmth of her new jacket (not, fights putting it on and taking it off). The cats now come into the living room and join us in the evening, each one perching and watching. Ellie is trying to figure out how perch as well, after all she is one of the cats.
Life could be very calm and sweet and I must be the agent of reason.
Damn I hate that job. Rational, reasonable and responsible gives me a rash.