Caturday

Rocco guarding his Sneetch

I may never stop marveling over this—that Rocco is inside, upstairs, utterly chilled out and friendly. He’s practically a lap cat now! That is, until a guest enters. Then he goes into hiding—mad, panicked hiding that lasts the day or at least until meal time.

Unlike our sweet Princess Coco, Rocco comes when I call him. It’s the funniest thing—I’ve never seen one of Bast’s scions do such a thing. It’s intensely adorable.

Coco’s beginning to adjust, it seems, to having a roomie. She hisses less and, periodically, even deigns to share the living room floor with him.

In other Creature Copy, Ghost Cat continues to stop by for brekkie. Even more fearful and feral than our Rocco ever was, he zips off at the slightest evidence of humanity. Given mankind’s record, I can hardly blame the poor beast. I try to respect Ghost Cat’s sensibilities. I turn on the front porch light, put out a big plate of food and give a yell “Ghost Cat...breakfast!” Then I duck back inside and don’t go near the door for an hour so he has enough time to eat in peace.

Still, occasionally I inadvertently surprise the poor beast and ZOOM he’s gone. Our Ghost doesn’t return to finish off his meal either. Oof, the guilt I feel! Yes, that was this morning’s scenario. I’ll put another plate on our back porch later. Jen believes he’s got a nest out back somewhere.

Gaston still comes by though, from what I "hear," he’s been adopted by folks a block over. Maybe it's habit. Maybe it's the Fancy Feast? Jen sometimes sees him when she’s leaving for work and says he looks big and healthy. Good.

No recent pics of either but I'm sure I'll capture their glorious visages soon. Meantime, here, have a Valhallan Sunrise. On me.