It seems that Snickers has a new crush - Lumi. Now that he's been spending more time out and about, Snickers has decided that Lumi's OK. When Lumi's lying on the floor near my computer chair, Snickers is lying under one of the dining room chairs, no more than a couple feet away from Lumi. He has approached Lumi on more than one occasion to have a good sniff. Last night, Lumi was standing perpendicular to me with his tush next to my thigh, and Snickers was winding around Lumi's legs headbutting him. I sneaked in a couple of strokes, he knew it wasn't Lumi touching him but didn't appear too worried that it was probably me.
The cats have always liked Lumi, once they've spent some time observing him. I'm tickled that Snickers has apparently fallen for the big guy; Lumi likes to be close to me, and I'll be able to sneak in more petting when Snickers comes to headbutt him. Hmmm..... I wonder if the reassurance of both of his buddies on the bed would be inducement enough to get Snickers to come up and sleep on the bed the way Ivy (another buddy) does. She comes up on the bed after she thinks I'm asleep and curls up against my ankle/foot. She sleeps down there all night, but the instant she realizes I'm awake in the morning she's off and gone.
Got another odd couple becoming ever closer - Amalie and Onyx. They're both black, both about the same size (though Onyx is much cobbier), and lately they've been joined at the hip. Sometimes they stand side by side, touching each other; they look like a very odd pair of conjoined twins. *snrk* From the time I brought Mena's cats inside, Onyx has preferred to hang out in the laundry room. The laundry room door is a pocket door; I've attached an eye bolt to the edge of the door and another to the door frame, and I use a double snap-bolt to keep the door open wide enough for the cats to come and go but narrow enough to keep out the dogs. (Dudley fits through there, though. Little stinker.) The laundry room is right off the doorway to the kitchen, cats hanging out in there are able to keep an ear on what's going on in the rest of the house. It's a quiet spot, with lots of soft places to nap, and Amalie likes to sleep on the pile of crate blankets on the counter.
Apparently Amalie and Onyx made friends in the laundry room. Onyx has been gradually getting braver, coming in to the kitchen in the evening looking for me to come pet her. And her new hangout spot is in the family room. Last weekend my sis helped me carry the old sofa from there out to the pole barn (seating for the training room) and carry in the twin box spring, mattress, and brass head and footboards. I got it assembled and put it where the sofa used to be. When I let the dogs out in the evening, while I'm waiting for them to get finished in the yard and come back to the door, I flop down on the bed and kitties come out of the woodwork for cuddles. Onyx is one of the first ones there, and I'm pretty sure she's hanging out under the bed in there instead of in the laundry room. That's good, she'll have much more company out there than she had in the laundry room, and I think she'll be happier.
I'm crazy about Toby. Absolutely crazy about him. He is such a sweet, cheerful little charmer. (Oh! And there's the third new odd couple! Toby loves Ellie! He ignores the rest of the cats, but he follows Ellie when she's out and about, and insists on sleeping next to her on the bed. If she moves, he moves to stay close to her. I don't think she's terribly impressed with her suitor, but she doesn't appear to mind him.) Anyway, he's simply adorable. I'm going to have to find him a very special home. Gee.... Lacey likes him a lot, I wonder if her new mommy might be interested in two dogs......
By the time Lacey's new mom comes to get her, I should have some kittens for her to play with. The lovely, large, long-haired dilute tortie in the bathroom - Irenie - is definitely pregnant. She's still carrying them "high", but she's quite well-rounded so I don't think it'll be more than a couple of weeks, if that. This cat is so not feral! She can't get enough snuggling. (She can't get enough food, either, she's eating me out of house and home.) Last year my neighbors mentioned something about a cat having kittens under the skirt of the mobile home on the other side of them, I was wondering if it was Irenie. But I asked John about it and he said that no, Irenie was probably one of those kittens, the mother cat was a calico. So Irenie's still pretty young. It'll be interesting to see what color(s) the kittens are, and it'll be fun to have babies around.
I filled the front hummingbird feeder for the first time today, I can't wait for my little buddies to come back. I never got around to removing the kingbirds' nest from last year; I noticed earlier in the week it's been refurbished with some new fluff (probably dryer lint I put out for the birds) and mama's sitting on the nest. I hope we don't get any unseasonably hot weather this year....
Ten's Gotcha Day is coming up in a week. Hard to believe that scared-of-everything little guy grew into my big, beautiful, confident boy. He's still puppy-crazy at times, which can take a physical toll when he's bouncing around. I'd forgotten how physically demanding Dogo youngsters can be. When Blizz was Ten's age I often said, "I hope we both live through her adolescence"; I hope both Ten and I live through his. I don't know if I'll ever have another young Dogo, I'm not sure my aging body could handle the three-year maturation process of another. All that said, I wouldn't trade Ten for anything. He's a wonderful, loving fellow, I couldn't ask for anything more in terms of temperament.
Gotta get my seeds planted tomorrow. I'm two weeks late.
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