It has been a while since an update here. No radical changes, just a bit of mellowing, especially with the younger cats. Sherman picks his spots to show it, but at times he loves to come and have a bit of gentle wrestles and nibbles with my fingers.
There have been a lot of trips out back for all of the cats. Rhea is reducing her instinct to jump over the wall somewhat, and Grant is getting brave enough to enjoy hanging out with the other cats.
Even Anna is getting somewhat accustomed to joining some of the evenings downstairs. Rhea even gives her space and takes the chance to visit her room while she’s down. Who knows if she will ever be relaxed enough to mix in normally, but she’s starting to not hate being out with the others.
The cats got an extra treat today after dinner. Lots of licking of chops afterward.
The other day Rhea went over the wall to the pool next door. At least it wasn’t into the wild or other people’s yard. I think she smelled something since when I got after her she was sniffing at a dead baby bird someone had dropped.
The cats had a bit of a day out today, as it was warm if a bit damp. The milder fellows perched on the brick rails to keep the feet dry.
I brought Anna down to the cage downstairs. Rhea actually was sitting at the door when I brought her down and the two actually meowed at each other in a non hostile way before I moved Rhea aside to get Anna in the box. Rhea actually went upstairs to rummage around in her room rather than hang out where Anna is.
The boys did get a hiss or two from Anna, but she was a lot milder with them too.
I came up to the desk and Sherman had found the cubby behind computer to tuck himself into. It is a little bit bigger than a sheet of paper, but he got all the way in.
Julie used to do this every so often too. I recall Calla doing it a bit as well.
He’s a odd mix of contrary traits – personable but not pushy, and sometimes needs his own time to recharge.
Just some pictures of the boys. First, the Marshal, the overseer of the gang. He took on the responsibility when the older boys died even though it went against his nature. He spends a lot of time watching over us all and guarding us at night.
I finally got Grant to go outside, often he is too nervous to go when the others explore.
Watching from the cat tree top….
Meanwhile Sherman can relax if there aren’t upset cats to talk down.
Anna’s cage is down in the middle of the floor when she’s not using it. Today I made it the center of play with the feather, and Grant went right in to get close to it.
A little challenge is good for us all.
I brought Anna down for another visit. It seemed to go a little easier all round. Anna eventually sat down and kinda relaxed.
Rhea found a stairstep that put her on the same height level as Anna. At first she stared through the bannister at Anna. Eventually she tired of the sport and sat down facing the other way.
The two cautious boys hung about at the margin. Grant had to get a look from a distance and got some hisses in return. He soon decided to go for the distraction of an open window with screen over any inside drama.
It is odd he likes to watch outside, since he’s invariably too scared of an open door to go out, even to the patio.
In recently been having some issues with the camera not properly resolving a picture, leading to lost chances. It seemed to be related to the autofocus catching the wrong stuff- the background over foreground.
Some menu fiddling seemed to work it out for now.
I got a comment about Sherman’s white looking like Maple seeds. I can make it out, but I tend to see the white as background rather than mark, so I tend to see his face as white like Rheas but with a smudge of color on the lip on one side.
Same thing with his toes and paws, they are like little stains on fancy boots.
I was mucking about in the garage and found an old carrier that a co-worker gave me when his cat died a while ago. It lost its spot and I brought it in and opened it up. It was an instant attraction.
When I brought out a feather toy the first thing Grant did was drag it into the den and guard it.
Davout loves the feather.
I thought I’d try to repeat bringing Anna out for some time downstairs, but use the fixed cage I got a while back rather than the floppy one Rhea liked to jump on.
It was fairly good for a while, as Rhea poked around in Anna’s room upstairs rather than stalk her.
Anna did do a bit of hissing when one of the cats got too close, just for form’s sake. Sherman got the most since he hung about near her much of the time.
Rhea did put in an appearance and charged the cage, but it was only a little noisy. She was a bit riled up but worked off the tension by a friendly game of chase with Grant.