Alarms and Excursions

It was cool but not cold this afternoon, with some wind.  I went out for a while and Calpurnia visited but went back inside when Julie and then Gus followed.  Soon Julie went to his favorite post on the wall as a chaos of sirens and emergency vehicles were sounding on the roads beyond the wall he was watching from.

He didn’t seem to notice any of it, leaving his attention for any tiny movement of a twig in the field below.

Calpurnia is the first cat I have adopted past kittenhood.  It makes me wonder what the conditions were like there and what she lived through there.  She is braver around strangers than Gus and Julie, yet she is often skittish around me if I am up and walking around near her.  But if I lie down she is sure to come over for a visit in a very few minutes.

In her first few days here and out of her isolation room, she was a lot more active and loud at night until she sensed that making noise at night was against the house rules and changed her behavior.  She isn’t really tied to getting food at regular times, nibbling from a dry food bowl a bit at a time all day.  She still hasn’t adopted the same interest in dinner time that Gus has, although now she expects me to go through the ritual at the proper time and helps encourage me to do it properly despite not getting food herself.

She has a strong sense of the order of things and likes for things to go as planned.  It does make it hard that I don’t always understand what disturbance in the way things ought to be is upsetting her all the time.

The good-natured skirmish between Julie and Calla continued today, as he followed her in one of her runs down the stairs but broke off the chase at the bottom before she got too bothered by it.

He tends not to bother with the other cats much of the time, not out of fear or even indifference.  It is more politeness, really.  He will give up his favorite beds readily, and wait until everyone else is done to eat a bite. and even put up with Gus’s chomping for a while.  He’s quite a gentleman when not on duty.

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3 Responses to Alarms and Excursions

  1. I almost don’t believe that first picture is Julie! He looks so…. overly fluffed! Was the wind coming from behind perchance? He is a regal guy when he’s on patrol!
    Calla is such a lovely sweet girl!
    I had a kitty who was freaked when people were standing, even us! But we knew what he’d gone through. We got him at just before weening age, when some rotten neighborhood kids chased him up into our parked truck. I don’t know how long they’d been chasing him, but for all of his life, he never seemed to forget it and if you stood up or walked, he was gone. Sit down, and he was next to you just begging for pets. When he got those pets, he would keel over with a heavy flop so you could get his tummy too, so obviously it wasn’t us he was afraid of. Just walking feet I think..

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    • Oldcat says:

      I’m not sure of the wind direction. I think he just stands his fur up a bit when it is cold to hold in warmth – I don’t think it was breezy enough to blow it up.

      It might be something like what your cat had with Calla, although it is a much milder case.

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  2. Anne d says:

    With an adopted adult cat, one always wonders what the animal has been through. When I found my cat, she was 6 months old, only 4 pounds, yellowish white fur, feverish and so starved that she had no claws. It was August in south Louisiana with temperatures in the 90’s. She is 16 now about Gus’ age.

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