COMPANIONS
Two years have gone by quickly, but Tagine and Couscous are so ingrained in my daily life, its hard to remember life without them. I've been negligent keeping up with my blog, so I haven't even introduced them. So here is a quick look.
Born of a stray cat dropped off in the park, my friend, Linda, fed the mother and knew, when she showed up without a bulging belly on April 1, that they had arrived. But where? Several days later, someone readying their boat, found them, set them in a bowl on the ground. I guess they figured mama cat would come get them. But Linda was afraid all four would not survive until that job was complete so she moved them into her shed. Over the next eight weeks, she let mama in and out, fed her, and then the kittens, and together we played with the kittens, socializing them and having fun ourselves. I was going to take one. Little Tagine with her tortoiseshell coloring appealed to me and with her mix of colors looked like a traditional Moroccan tagine (sweet and savory stew). I think most like a beef and apricot mix, but perhaps camel and prunes, or chicken and prunes.
Linda, and a woman I greatly respected at church, both encouraged me to get two, so they would be company for each other. I resisted. My last cat, who lived to be 24, was a single cat and very affectionate. If I had two cats, would they be as affectionate towards me? The pressure was high, but the final push was when Linda announced I had to have Couscous with my Tagine. And with his orange tabby coloring, he does resemble couscous.
I did not need to worry about affection. Even as kittens, these two were close. They played with the other two, but if mischief was in the making, if an escape was being hatched, if a toy was going to be snatched, these two were behind it. Between an April Fool's birthday and their behavior as kittens, I had plenty of warning. I could have opted for the coach potato of the four, the one who loved to curl up.
They are close to each other but affectionate to a high level with me. Distinct personalities, but both very loving. They even influenced the feral, Kimchee, who has lived under my RV for years. He was happy to be fed, but no matter how many treats placed along the ground, next to me, I had never touched him. He is still a bit skittish but now tolerates me petting him and scratching his ears when I put the food out. I guess he realized I treated the kittens well so I could not be all bad and scary.
Besides the changes in his attitude toward me, he took the kittens under his wing. They were suppose to be indoor cats. I was overruled and outsmarted. But Kimchee knew these little ones didn't have outdoor smarts and in the early days he followed them around and kept an eye on them. Now, like me, arthritis has slowed him down. He prefers sleeping on my steps and patio most of the time while Couscous and Tagine races down the hill, up the trees into the highest branches, onto the roof of my trailer. All three catch gophers and I usually have several offerings at the front door during any given week. Kimchee will finish them off, the young ones are only interested in the hunt.
So, here are a few photos of the last two years.
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Tagine carried this pink ball around with her for weeks. |
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The innocence is all faked. |
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Kimchee, still very suspicious of me. It was okay that my feet are on the top step (picture below) as long as my hands and arms stayed close to my body and didn't move. |
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Photos below are recent. Tagine and Couscous are a bit over 2 years old, love to climb trees, race down the hillside, and favorite inside activity, other than eating, is helping me make the bed. Takes twice as long. |
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Couscous in first tree, his sister in the tree to the right. |
Couscous and Tagine were suppose to be indoor cats. Couscous has acquired a second name, Houdini. Early on I put them in a fabric\mesh carrying case to take them to the vet. Got my stuff ready and turned around to find that they were out. Couscous Houdini had undone the zipper. Added carabineers. Then he figured out how to open the sliding glass door. He is both clever and very strong. The only way to keep it closed it to lock it, but after my knee surgery I had neighbors coming in to look after me and locking the door wasn't practical. Now that they have had a taste of outside, they are not content to be indoors although they spend nights inside and come and go regularly during the day.I worry about outdoor dangers; but after all my years as a nomad, its hard to deny them their independence and adventurous spirits.