This morning everything was just nice and tranquil. And returning home from the gym to see this little guy sitting in my neighbor's window totally made me smile:
Yup, that's a cat from that white (+1) litter. It's amazing how fast the time has gone by. This feels like only yesterday somehow:
A few minutes later I went back outside to put a bag of trash in the can and saw that his sister was in the window instead:
Madonna's wrong. Time does not go by "so slowly."
Back in my own house, the circus continues. Regardless of whether or not I get up early for the gym, Billy ensures I'm up no later than 6:00 a.m. He's somehow developed this routine where he jumps up on the bed, walks up on my chest and puts his face close to mine. If that doesn't work, he drops to his side and rolls over onto his back while still on me. And if I still ignore him, he does something he knows I will flip out about: he climbs the bed's headboard and claws at the window blind's drawstring. The second I sit up and yell "Billy!," he jumps back onto the bed and rolls over, looking up at me with wide little cutesy eyes.
The reason I get crazy about the blinds is because they're very expensive and he already punched little claw holes into them. It's not that bad, but I don't want him to make it worse. He knows it... such a little clever brat.
When I feed the little monsters their breakfast, they don't all eat together. It's typically Mia, Billy, Sadie and sometimes Cora. I put out 5 bowls of wet food, yet everyday Billy and Sadie insist on shoving each other out of the way so they can each eat out of the same bowl. Observe:
They do this every single day. Even if more than one bowl has the same flavored food, Sadie shoves Billy's head out of the way with her nose and Billy pushes her with his paw:
Usually at some point during this exchange, Mia will grow bored with whatever dish she's eating from. She then kicks Billy and Sadie out of their bowl. They don't object because, well, Mia's the ruler of the house. Do they stop their tussling? No. They simply take it to another dish:
Speaking of Billy and Sadie, they're now reunited with their brother Jeffrey. He had been adopted with Jack by a family that's friends with Tina. I'm not going to bother going into the details, but their excuse for giving him up was so pathetic and selfish, it seriously made me very angry. (I'm mad just thinking about it, actually.)
Anyway, Tina and I retrieved him this past weekend. The poor guy was so confused and talked non-stop the whole way home:
I was really worried about how he'd adjust to everyone and vice versa. He had been gone since mid-December. But less than 24 hours later they were the Three Musketeers again. They stick very close together and are very affectionate with each other. Needless to say, I'll never separate them again.
And that brings me to Ginny and Toby:
I really doubt the likelihood of us keeping her. She attacked Tina yesterday and also beat up KC, Spaz and Jeffrey. We'll give her a little time after Toby's weened, but our house is full enough without a hostile, aggressive feral cat.
In other Mothering News, KC and The Twins are doing well. Like Toby, they're growing rapidly:
This picture cracked me up. I took it as she was looking at her nose:
Tina and I are looking into options for finishing the attic or the basement in the near future. We really could use the extra living space. It's not too terrible now, but still... having one of those areas finished would be nice.
Wow, I don't know how this became a Cat Report. I had only intended to write about my neighbor's cats in the windows, ha! Oh well, now you know.
*"Warmer weather" is a bit of a joke. In New England, it's warm today, but could very well drop to the 30's between now and mid-May.