Christmas Catten, Part 2: Free-Range Catten
When I got up early on Thursday morning after Tony the catten’s first night here, he was still huddled in his cage. I went over to the cage and talked to him softly and petted him some more, and right then and there he stretched and said, “Well, I can’t stay in this cage all the time,” and hasn’t looked back since.
For most of Thursday or Friday, if you wanted to find Tony, the first place to look was on top of one of the cat trees, especially the top of the highest one.
I promised more about that crazy wobbly gait of his. Who knows what’s going on, there? Some deficit from birth, or from the poison, or his illness a month ago? When he’s standing or walking, he seems relatively weak and unstable, but then he’ll run around the house, or leap from the cat tree to the chair, and he seems perfectly normal.
Sean says that he’s known another cat that wobbled exactly like this, also super-friendly: “You’d be petting him and he’d just wobble all the time. Didn’t stop him from being a great cat, though.”
The adult cats are still mostly sulking in the bedroom, but on Friday they started being more likely to be seen behaving normally. Queenie had the most direct interaction with Tony, but primarily they just avoided each other.
Tony’s biggest adventure on Friday was the Pursuit of (and by) the Roomba. I’ve posted pictures of this and other Tony exploits in the Gallery of Stopped Time.
Next exciting Catten entry is here.
(Post #14 of 16 Posts in 16 Days)
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