In my last post, I wrote about how all our cats interact, and all the different alliances they form with each other cat. Yesterday, it was our two girls; today it’s the boys’ turn.
It is not at all unusual to see the three boys, Dashiell, Izaak, and Alfred, together in a sort of pack.
They seem to gravitate to the same napping spots.
I usually wake up to all three of them in bed with me. Zak is usually under the covers, Dash is against my right side, and Freddy is either on my chest or under my right arm, next to Dash.
And then, Zak and Dash have a special bond…after all, Zak was Dash’s first friend.
I have said, for many years, that cats work better in pairs. I am now kind of eating those words, since we have had five cats for a few years, now, and it’s a wonderful dynamic.
They fall into some natural pairings: the two girls (Angel and Lorelai), the two (soon to be three) show cats (Izaak and Rory, plus Dashiell), the older two (used to be Jacoby and Angel; now it’s Angel and Alfred), the two neutered boys (Dash and Freddy), the two unneutered cats (Rory and Zak), the two youngsters (Rory and Dash), the two Americans (Angel and Dash), the two Swedes (Rory and Freddy)…it’s kind of fascinating to see how they align each other.
Angel was always bullied by Tessie, and Kylie would join in when she heard Angel scream at Tessie. She was always a bit nervous around Pyret, but since Pyret has left us and Angel became the senior female, she’s really come into her own.
Feeding five cats is tricky, but luckily, we have a lot of rooms. Freddy eats on his own, because he eats wicked fast and he’ll eat everyone’s food given half a chance. Dash and Zak eat together (in the winter, anyway) because Zak won’t steal Dash’s food, and Dash is preoccupied with his own bowl.
That leaves the two girls to eat together. And they do eat very nicely together. They are very companionable, sometimes switching bowls, but there is never an argument over dinner. Angel still doesn’t really cuddle or sleep with anyone (unless Zak insists), but she does seem to have forged a friendship with Rory.
As I posted yesterday, Lorelai loves to run, and when she does, she practically flies. She is incredibly graceful, sleek and aerodynamic.
…Izaak…not so much.
He can get up some momentum when he gets going, but look at the concentration on his face. It’s not quite as effortless for him as it is for Rory.
Zak kind of bobs along like a three-day old helium balloon.
It’s almost as if his back half goes faster than his front half.
It’s really adorable to watch.
Still no matter how he tries, he’s just not built for speed the way Rory is.
I apologise in advance for the blurriness of these photos, but I was lucky to capture them at all!
This actually started before Jacoby died, but last week was the first time I managed to have my camera ready.
You see, Angel, who will be twelve this year, has actually started playing with the younger cats!I haven’t seen her play with another cat voluntarily since Jake was a kitten!
But here she is…
…playing chase and catch with Lorelai! And Angel started it!
It’s truly amazing.
The old lady’s got some moves!
Rory, having escaped up the hallway, returns to see where Angel is.
“Where are you, Angel..?”
Sometimes Alfred and Izaak join in; it’s not just a girl thing. Still, it’s so wonderful to watch Angel play with the other cats on her own terms as opposed to someone chasing her.
Izaak is so much fun to watch outside.
He loves to run so much…but he looks so goofy doing it.
He’s maturing – he’s just turned nine months old – but he has not yet shown any signs of being an entire male cat except one: he’s getting all burly and jowly. But that’s it. There’s no inappropriate play-mounting, no parading around the house, and, best of all: NO SPRAYING OR RANDOM PEEING! Even his proper litterbox pee doesn’t smell like a tomcat.
Oh, don’t get me wrong, I am not complaining. Mostly I am just waiting for penny to finally drop, so to speak. After all, Alfred was neutered when he was seven months old, and Logan was in diapers because he was peeing in odd places when he was about this same age. So let’s just say we’re on high alert but enjoying every pee-free day.
He has a funny bouncy run, though, and it really is amusing.
I hope he never outgrows it.
Awww…Zakky! Don’t look at me like that! We love you and your silly running. We giggle because you’re so adorable when you do it.
Last weekend we enjoyed gorgeous weather, so I took Izaak and Lorelai out for some “being offleash” practice.
The main reason was, I wanted to check what that flash of red I could see out our window.
Turns out, someone had dumped their windowbox geraniums out onto the hill, and they were managing to survive on the dirt they were planted in.
They’re actually really pretty out there, and I hope they can survive, but I have a feeling that they won’t live past the first snow.
Rory especially loves to explore the outside world…to the point that it’s really hard for us to get out of our front door.
Rory also has to check out the rugbeater. Every. Single. Time. We go outside. She loves that thing.
After the rugbeater, we visited the sandbox/swings area that we visited before. But whilst we were there, we heard plaintive meowing.
Turns out, it was Alfred. He wanted to be out there, too…but after the last time we tried to let Freddy out off-leash, that was pretty much a non-starter.
Jacoby was just out there because he heard my voice.
Rory and Zak knew Jake and Freddy were up there…but I don’t think they cared, because they were running around outside.
Continuing yesterday’s post…After we hunted pigeons, we went to the swingset to play in the sand.
Lorelai loved digging in the sand.
Meanwhile, Izaak appreciated the camouflage properties of the sand.
It was hilarious to watch them play in the sand.
Watch Zak “hunt” Rory…
Severe lack of follow-through, though.
More clever stalking on Zak’s part…but no more spectacular ambushes.
It was just so much fun watching them play in that sand! I made a movie of it, here:
You can see for yourself how much fun they had in that sand around the swingset.
But the saddest part of the afternoon is, whilst we were playing around the swings, we kept hearing this plaintful meowing. It turned out to be Alfred, watching us from the kitchen. Poor Freddy! But there’s a reason Freddy doesn’t get to go out with us on leash-free training…