We have a new arrival in our family.
No, my wife wasn’t pregnant before the calls start coming in, and no I haven’t been out and brought more floppy-eared bunny rabbits back home.
We’ve got a cat.
He’s a two year old Siamese Red Point that needed a new home. He has light ginger striped fur and bright sea-blue eyes. Say hello to Jeremiah.
I’m really rather excited about having an animal in the house. I loved the bunnies a lot and was sad to see them go, but they weren’t house rabbits – they had to be kept outdoors where there was more room and they were closer to nature. Rabbits are a danger to themselves inside.
This wee fella is extremely laid back, likes human company a LOT, and seems to blend in well to our lives. He’s already well-versed with living in a home so I don’t think it’s been too much of a shock to his system, although moving from a flat to a house has resulted in a couple of accidents as he gets used to the roomier surroundings. Stairs and a banister! What the heck are those things?
Finding him can be a bit of a problem as he gets into all the wee nooks on his travels. I’ve tracked him down under beds, in the back of cupboards, on top of cupboards, behind the couch, the fridge, my desk and my tropical fish tank. Wiley little chap!
And I’m not sure if it’s just me, but I really like the small of cat food. Am I alone in this? We give him packets of jellied meat and fish and it smells great whenever I put it down for him. I think it’s probably just me.
Anyway, back to the page, which has become increasingly harder because Jeremiah (or Jerry as I catch myself calling him sometimes – two syllabels are better than four) likes to sit on my lap and either watch what I’m writing, or follow the line of words appearing on the screen. But what can you do?