Hey you, Whitehouse,
Ha ha charade you are.
You house proud town mouse,
Ha ha charade you are
You’re trying to keep our feelings off the street.
You’re nearly a real treat,
All tight lips and cold feet
And do you feel abused?
…..! …..! …..! …..!
You gotta stem the evil tide,
And keep it all on the inside.
Mary you’re nearly a treat,
Mary you’re nearly a treat
But you’re really a cry.
Pink Floyd, Pigs(Three Different Ones)
So yesterday I mentioned a new animal. I am temporarily, indefinitely, cat-sitting for Eddie. His current pad does not allow pets, and he will be moving again soon, don’t yet know where or what the rules will be.
Her name is Bast (yeah, yeah, I know) and she is six months old, a little bit on the mean side and not quite sure how she really wants to deal with anything.
Kitty identity crisis.
But she is also a beautiful cat, and young enough that she is quite capable of getting past all this.
Angel, in the meantime, loves the idea of having a new playmate. She just doesn’t understand why Bast is so reluctant to play. On the up side, I’m already seeing that Bast does want to play, but as soon as she starts, she gets suddenly nervous, realizing what she’s just done. Already, Angel has learned to back off and wait for the cat to come to her. And Bast is realizing it, even if she doesn’t yet trust it. I give it a few more days before her intellectual response catches up with her instinctive – and then the two of them will become fast friends.
In the meantime, if they are both awake and about, there is a constant background hum of kitty growls and occasional explosions of puppy barking. Really, only the barking is bothering me – Angel has been really good about not being a barker, so I am working hard on making certain that this experience doesn’t screw that up. 🙂