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Today is the anniversary of the post in which I introduced Sirius to you, which means within a day or so, he's lived with me for five years. My sister told me that he was gentle and from the age she told me, I gathered that he was full grown. She was correct about the first part. But I think he was actually quite a bit younger
He's gotten a little longer and has gone from a slightly scrawny near-stray outside, and subordinate cat inside my sister's house to a sleek indoor cat and ruler of the roost. The stern face he had when I first got him has mellowed a bit as his upper lip got a little heavier.
When I first got him I thought of Sirius as the poor little guy. I still do sometimes. He's my alarm clock. He wakes me about 6:00 with a tap of his paw on my shoulder or, like today, with a tug on the sheets. He heels better than any dog I ever had. He's more interested In being sure I'm keeping up, than getting there first. The only time he rushes ahead like a dog would is when his food dish is on its way to his 'dinner table' with a scoop of the canned food of the day.
I like knowing where he is. I sometimes get a little concerned after I realize I haven't seen him for several hours in the evening. As you'd expect he has hiding places in the house I'd never dream of. But usually in the evening he's nearby. He's only gotten out twice, and only once when I didn't know it. That time, he must have had a run in with a neighbor cat because I found him cowering, ruffled and all dirty, behind some flower pots on the back patio. He wanted no part of the outdoors for quite a while after that, wouldn't even get close to the outside doors. That was a long time ago and now he hears the call of the wild again once in awhile. So If I haven't seen him in the evening I go hunt inside the house to be sure. More often than not he's just been sitting behind my chair where I couldn't see him. He likes to keep an eye on me, too.
When he gets frustrated with my inability to interpret his desires he jumps up and scratches away furiously at a higher level of his cat tree. It seems to calm him quite a bit if I pretend to scratch at it beside him with my fingers.
Sirius and I didn't know each other when he came. We'd seen each other a few times, but there was no reason for me to try to be anywhere close to him before. The first night he spent in my house was eased because I also had his friend Buffy the dog over to keep her out of the way of all of the commotion of packing up for my sister's move, and Buffy knew me well. The next night was our first night alone and Sirius made his choice immediately. Shortly after I got into bed he got up on the bed and laid his head down on the palm of my hand.
Thanks Sirius for being mine.
He's gotten a little longer and has gone from a slightly scrawny near-stray outside, and subordinate cat inside my sister's house to a sleek indoor cat and ruler of the roost. The stern face he had when I first got him has mellowed a bit as his upper lip got a little heavier.
When I first got him I thought of Sirius as the poor little guy. I still do sometimes. He's my alarm clock. He wakes me about 6:00 with a tap of his paw on my shoulder or, like today, with a tug on the sheets. He heels better than any dog I ever had. He's more interested In being sure I'm keeping up, than getting there first. The only time he rushes ahead like a dog would is when his food dish is on its way to his 'dinner table' with a scoop of the canned food of the day.
I like knowing where he is. I sometimes get a little concerned after I realize I haven't seen him for several hours in the evening. As you'd expect he has hiding places in the house I'd never dream of. But usually in the evening he's nearby. He's only gotten out twice, and only once when I didn't know it. That time, he must have had a run in with a neighbor cat because I found him cowering, ruffled and all dirty, behind some flower pots on the back patio. He wanted no part of the outdoors for quite a while after that, wouldn't even get close to the outside doors. That was a long time ago and now he hears the call of the wild again once in awhile. So If I haven't seen him in the evening I go hunt inside the house to be sure. More often than not he's just been sitting behind my chair where I couldn't see him. He likes to keep an eye on me, too.
When he gets frustrated with my inability to interpret his desires he jumps up and scratches away furiously at a higher level of his cat tree. It seems to calm him quite a bit if I pretend to scratch at it beside him with my fingers.
Sirius and I didn't know each other when he came. We'd seen each other a few times, but there was no reason for me to try to be anywhere close to him before. The first night he spent in my house was eased because I also had his friend Buffy the dog over to keep her out of the way of all of the commotion of packing up for my sister's move, and Buffy knew me well. The next night was our first night alone and Sirius made his choice immediately. Shortly after I got into bed he got up on the bed and laid his head down on the palm of my hand.
Thanks Sirius for being mine.
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