Apr 27 2011
Kitty Update
Roscoe and Audrey on the lookout
It was a chilly 48 degrees in the house when I got up this morning. A cautious peek at the thermometer revealed a mere 36 degrees outside – as far as I could tell, with food-crazed kittens milling around my slippered feet. Oddly, Clyde makes just as much fuss about getting fed when there is still kibble in their bowls (which there usually is) as when the bowls are empty. Go figure.
Roscoe is more the strong, silent type. He also has a beefier, more manly build than Clyde, who is still the smallest and slimmest despite his food mania. I am sorry to say that as they approach the 11 months old mark, I still have trouble telling them apart.
They also don’t seem to mind getting wet, which I always thought cats hated. Audrey is clever about avoiding the worst of the rainfall, even when it’s storming, but the boys come in soaked to the skin, with their fur all in points. I towel them off and then they sit by the heater, having a bath. Apparently licking your fur dries it off more quickly.
Roscoe is also more adventurous than Clyde. At least, he’s harder to get in at night. He usually goes out after dinner and stays out until at least 9:00. And he’s stubborn. If he doesn’t want to come in, forget it. You can’t even lure him in with treats. All that happens is Clyde appears, going nuts, and there’s no sign of Roscoe until he’s good and ready. Once he’s in, though, he likes to sleep with me.
Yesterday, I came home from work and noticed a black tail peeking out from under the couch. I called “Kitty?”, and there was a sort of flattened struggle, but no sound, which suggested it was Roscoe. Also Clyde is probably too small to get stuck under the couch. I lifted it (carefully, with my legs, to avoid a Calamity Suzy incident), and Roscoe slithered out. Other than being embarrassingly dusty, he was fine, and ran off to play. I wonder how long he was under there?