It’s December 2, and so far I’m 2-0 for NaBloPoMo. W00t! Today is also my best friend Jenny’s birthday, so here is a shout out to her 26 years and to our 16-year best-friendship! Double w00t! Happy birthday, Chica!
Today, I wanted to give you all a little update on my kitties. Can you believe we’ve had Mowgli for seven months? I’ve been reading through all those posts from when we got him, and I can hardly remember how hard the transition period was. He’s grown up a lot since then, and barely seems like the same cat. Well, that might be an understatement. He still scavenges for food. He still “helps” me nap. He still likes to steal shiny things. But he’s shedding giant tufts of fur now–that’s been a fun treat.
Ravi hardly seems like the same cat, too. All the cat books said it could take 3-6 months after moving in together before cats resolved their issues, and right on schedule–around November–Ravi snapped out of his funk. Not that he was in a huge funk, but there were several instances of passive-aggressive pooping, which we resolved by taking the door off the litterbox. He’s also forgiven me for adding Mowgli to our family; for a long time, he would only give Chris the time of day, but now Ravi gives me some lap time, too, namely when I’m home in the afternoons working on the couch.
Both cats are happy that I’ve picked up my crocheting hobby again. They both seem to think that they are yarn inspectors and hold themselves personally responsible for the quality of the material I use in my work.
Likewise, both cats are happy it’s Christmas. Ravi knows the drill: you’re allowed to sleep under the tree, but you’re not allowed to play with any of the Christmas ornaments or eat any part of the presents. He hasn’t given us any problem with the Christmas tree since his first Christmas when he destroyed a handful of Chris’s childhood ornaments in the name of Ooh! Neat!
Mowgli, on the other hand, is adjusting to Christmas. He was thoroughly confused when Chris scolded him for trying to eat our artificial tree. I speculate that Mowgs was thinking, “It’s green, so I can eat it.” Not so much. He’s looked closely at the ornaments, but so far, none have fallen from the tree that we can tell. Of course, the next time we move the couch, we might find all of our missing ornaments in pieces on the floor. Mowgli did get scolded this morning for attacking a silver ball from the back of the loveseat. I’m not surprised that he went for the ball: it’s silver and shiny and exactly what Mowgli likes to steal.
Lastly, Mowgli is very proud of his new namesake. In case you hadn’t heard, Ashley Simpson had her baby in November, and she named him Bronx Mowgli. We’re a very proud family.
“Cats are intended to teach us that not everything in nature has a purpose. ” — Garrison Keillor