he's doing pretty good. he's started gaining weight with the cold weather, i'm starting to wonder if his weight loss wasn't due to having to spend the summer not shaved and if he does this every year. i thought i was going to have a problem with him guarding food. i noticed him out of hand, just laying in front of the food dish. with some observation i was able to determine that he just likes to sleep there. he lets everyone get to the food, and moves for the skittish. so, no problem there. and he is no longer growling at the food as he eats.
he and doc are getting along well. about as well as Simon and i get along. he has backed away from me with the arrival of the ever needy Major, but he has gotten closer to doc. he's just as likely to jump up and lay with doc as he is with me. he lets doc touch and pet him as much as he lets me. so that has worked out well. doc broke him down with treats and food and special treatment.
on to the others. . .
Evie is unhappy. she doesn't like the stay-in-until-the-end-of-october game we're playing. tough shit. all black cats stay in. even if they are pacing demons half the time. she's getting used to it. the first 24 hours we were able to keep her in were the worst. ahh, speaking of the raging demon, she jumps up in my lap and loves me. sweet Evie. i'll have to lock her in doc's room on halloween night, to keep her in while i answer the door to trick or treaters. that could be said about most of them, though. the only ones that don't want out are the ones that aren't black. this has made me realize, i have a lot of black cats. we can only tell them apart by their collars, unless we can look them in the eye. but streaking through the house, we have to somehow get a glimpse of their collar to figure out who to tell to slow the hell down.
couldn't be white cats that we could dye the tails of. no. had to be black cats.
if they're coming at you, it's easy. Major meows all the way up to you; Evie has a bell but no tags and her eyes are slightly crossed; Vader is skinny and lanky and his collar is on backwards from the others; Bagira had medium length fur and is a fat bastard, he is easy to spot from across the room; Freddie is little and has a purple collar; and Leia is tiny and has a pink collar and the bleach mark over her eye. but if they are running around, christ only knows who is who.
speaking of cats, where is Felix, and what is that crying noise i keep hearing, are we haunted? Felix is somehow shut up in the back room. Fool. now he's out and the other cats are flocking around him, like, "what's wrong," "where were you," and "why were you crying, what did she do to you?" he loves the attention.