With each passing or addition of a cat in our household, alliances are made and wars are waged. When Morpheus passed away, Pandora was affected the most. They were best buds. After Pandora went through a period of mourning, she hung out with Juno and Apollo. After Juno’s passing, Apollo was inseparable from Ishtar. Now that Apollo has gone, and we have three new cats since Juno, Ishtar found a new friend. Icarus.
As I may have mentioned in a previous post or one of the cat pages, ideally, Icarus was supposed to be a playmate for Prometheus. However, Prometheus was put in quarantine for 2 months after Icarus’ arrival. Instead, Icarus bonded with Boots. He taught Boots how to play! When Prometheus was released from quarantine, Icarus took some time getting used to him. After a week of the initial hissing and growling, everyone settled into their own little groups.
During the day, Pandora, Apollo, and Ishtar slept on the couch or bed together. They formed the old maid’s club (although Ishtar’s only 3). Castiel, Prometheus, Boots, and Icarus played together most of the day… and well into the evening. Castiel, being the happiest cat in the world, wants to love everyone and has always been content playing or napping with anyone who reciprocates his love. Prometheus and Boots actively seek Icarus. Prometheus even cries for him. Orlox is a loner. He can’t be bothered with other cats. However, in the evening, he allows Ishtar to hang out with him when he gets “mommy time.” Ishtar is the only cat Orlox doesn’t mind receiving kisses.
This morning a new alliance emerged. Ishtar and Icarus were playing! At first, Icarus didn’t quite know what to make of the situation. He ran to hide at first. Once he understood that she was acting playful, he jumped down from his high perch and chased after her. Both of them had their tails high in the air playing with each other. I was so proud of them.
Now… if we could only get Pandora out of the Cranky Cat Club (party of one)…
After cleaning cat cages the other day, I decided to sit outside and watch the feral cat colony. Over the last couple of years, I’ve seen some come and go (and some pass away naturally). One of the cats that is really friendly hasn’t been seen in a few weeks. He’s a huge brown marble tabby I named Hemingway, because he’s polydactyl.
One of the smaller kitties is a tortoiseshell that was born in the colony. She used to be terrified of people. Now she walks right up to the volunteers and sits on our laps. We named her Girlfriend. She rubbed against my legs and then took off behind the wire fence. I thought she was running after another cat at first. When I looked closer to the furry brown object moving by the cinder wall, I realized it was a groundhog. I groaned internally and held my breath. I was certain she was going to attack it. But to my surprise, she didn’t. Instead, Girlfriend perched herself on top of the cinderblock wall and looked out across the golf course behind the shelter. The groundhog made its way on the wall and sat next to her. Another black and white cat hopped on to the wall. Again, the cat didn’t bother the groundhog.
Another of the friendly ferals made an appearance that afternoon. We named him Handsome, for obvious reasons. He’s at the top of the pecking order of the colony. All of the other cats move out of the way when it is feeding time, and he finds the best spots to nap in the heated barn. I worry about him, though. Handsome is one of those cats who test out their nine lives. He doesn’t move out of the street when cars speed by. Luckily (so far), through traffic has stopped for him. I’m terrified of the day when a vehicle won’t stop, or purposely tried to mow him down. Handsome is a funny cat. When I talk to him, his eyes get lazy and he blinks deeply. I can crouch down close to him, but he hasn’t really let me pet him. Occasionally, I can brush his head lightly if I’ve got a platter of wet food to set on the ground. Other than that, though, I suppose I haven’t fully earned his trust.