Say hello to my new kitty! I met her in October at the veterinary office that my sister recently joined in Columbus, Ohio. Jul flew her over during a visit last month. Lily's a 6 month old gray tabby, and she took about 10 seconds to adapt to her new home in Washington, DC. The Kitties can't wait to add her to their adventures!
I could have drawn any of The Kitties losing their balance while chasing their favorite toys or trying to walk the skinniest of ledges. But then this appeared to me. Obvious, I know--so Simon would have us think....
I've been telling The Kitties that I'm expecting a surprise special delivery November 13th. They are pondering confused, amazed, and excited. They, too, eagerly await, and the days are not counting down fast enough for any of us.
I haven't yet figured out Jane's fur patterns from the photos I've seen. From what I can tell, she's a fluffy motley mix of greys, with a touch of brown. While I know I don't have her quite right yet, she says she doesn't mind--She's just happy to be here. She says her hot pink collar is perfect, and that's her favorite feature anyway.
My nephew Liam tells me that there is a new kitty living at his dad's house. She was found outside a hardware store in Cincinnati. (She knows all about tools and mechanics.) Her tail had somehow broken long ago, and she has yet to tell us how it happened. It healed itself a bit askew. Her name is Jane, and I have yet to meet her. In any case, The Kitties are already pals.
This week's topic stumped me, so I turned the markers over to The Kitties and told them to modify themselves however they wanted. (I see that some of the artistes tested out their ideas on themselves before committing them to paper....)
Norman just made himself fatter so that he could fit in more food (a practical modification, he said). I think Gordon went for some sort of late '70s/early '80s Glam Rock look. Simon--who, I should explain, has been celebrating the anniversary of Woodstock and listening to lots of reggae lately--decided to use all of the markers. The Mother Kitty sees no reason to experiment with her beautiful blank canvas. She did make one change, however, which she is convinced gives her the ultimate sense of mystery and will confuse everyone. B.J. turned himself into his favorite distant relative, the tiger. And, while I thought Comet just drew a picture of Ashes, he actually drew himself with her shiny black coat--just to see what it's like, he said. No one is exactly sure what Ashes was aiming for. She's quite pleased with that reaction and refuses to explain it.
The Kitties and I are addicted to "So You Think You Can Dance!" So, they all fought over who would participate in this week's drawing. But the choice was obvious, since Ladies' Man, B.J., is the only one proficient in Tango and promptly swept The Mother Kitty off her feet. The others are busy practicing for when the spotlight turns to them.
There was no talking The Kitties out of this one. I can't really blame them. It was the first thought for all of us. We really tried to think of something else, but all we heard were crickets. Besides, Gordon was already headed for the tree. Of course, Norman volunteered for the other role because--you know--he's crazy. (Don't ask me where he got the costume.) Comet is still hiding under the bed.
In summer, The Mother Kitty adapted to the warm weather by decorating our brown living room rug with tufts of her fluffy fur. This was Mom's favorite of all of Mother Kitty's habits, especially if she had just finished vacuuming.
After I returned home from a classical music concert at the Strathmore, I told The Kitties all about Prokofiev's powerful "Romeo and Juliet." (Well, OK, Gordon was more interested in the Radiohead portion of the concert, but....) They were all so taken by it, that they decided to revisit the play on the spot. The leads were obvious, even though Comet hasn't yet learned his cues...or his lines.
The Mother Kitty's favorite tree is outside our garage doorway. She would often tackle it with her ferocious claws. One day, she climbed it so high that we considered calling the fire department, but we couldn't help laughing, congratulating her on the achievement, taking photos, and hoping that she'd find her way back down in one piece. (She did.)