very loud sound

things that go poot in the night

I don’t know when I’ll be able to update tomorrow, or if. I’ll be on the road for most of the morning, and then, you know, family and stuff. I’ll see what I can do.

Last night Cal was making an insane amount of noise running around and yelling and terrorizing Taylor. I got up to stop him and he bit my hand. I was mad and got back into bed and told Eric to handle his cat. In the dark I heard Eric get up and walk over to Cal. Then I heard “PffffFFFIIIIIEEEEEEEEIIIEIEIEEEE!”

Continue reading

a little creepy

changes

We decided it was time to get a new cat.

Taylor has seemed quite depressed and we found ourselves thinking of Lillith often. We went down to the animal shelter Saturday afternoon. I walked in and was looking at one of the cats when an arm popped out from a cage and grabbed my sleeve. Lillith’s arm. This cat looked just like Lillith, but young and healthy. The eyes were a different color. But it was a beautiful Russian Blue, just like Lillith.

Continue reading

claws

thinking about our home

We are still debating the “get a new kitty” thing at the house.  Taylor is very vocal lately, which he has never been before.  He’s constantly at our sides, which he really never did.  He lets you pet him, he plays, he runs around the house.  He cries and moans until we feed him a little treat.  I thought maybe he was just doing that to get treats, but last night he didn’t even eat it.  He played with it for a little while and then went back to crying and whining.  It’s not like him.  We think that he misses someone to beat up on, like he had with Lillith.  He would just stay hidden, come out to bat her around a little, give her a bath and then go back into hiding.  Now he’s always out.  He sleeps by my side.  He follows me around in the mornings.  Today when I was about to leave for work he stood in front of the door.  He never does that.  I’ve been leaving the television on when I leave the house, but it doesn’t seem to be doing the trick.  But we are really worried about bringing in a new cat.  What if that’s exactly what Taylor doesn’t want?  What if he’s happier by himself, and we just don’t know that this is the happy version of Taylor?  I mean, one was a bit of a friendly bully, and this Taylor is sort of a whiny bully.  You can pet him for a while, but then he’ll bat at you.  It used to be he’d bat at you right away.  If we bring in a new cat is it going to make Taylor feel second?

Continue reading