The other day a message popped up from WordPress notifying me that it was four years ago when I registered this blog.
That would be enough to graduate from college!
This means, then, that Bugsy came home five years ago over the Thanksgiving holiday.
Now, five years later, it’s simply impossible to imagine life without him.
When he first came here, a friend remarked that he had “thug energy.”
Now he’s just a sweetie. This morning when he required my attention, all he did was – well, I don’t quite know how to describe what he did. It was *like* he bit my arm – but he did it in slow motion, with infinite care.
Doesn’t mean I would tolerate that behavior and I “invited” him off the table in no uncertain terms. But what a difference between now and then. I’m of course referring to the “claw-launch” maneuver of former years.
I would also like you to admire these current pictures of peace and harmony between Bugs and brother Barney.
But much as I would enjoy luxuriating in this selective propagandizing, I must tell you, in the interests of transparency, that these pictures are far from the whole story. Lately I have had to mediate more knock-down-drag-out skirmishes than I care to mention.
Actually I don’t care. They are cat-boys and they will do their cat-boy thing. Though fur has flown, no blood has been drawn and no flight Under The Bed by either party has been resorted-to. So they are good cat-boys. I treat the fights as them signalling that I need to be playing with them more, to blow off steam, and so we play at that point and no harm done.
Maybe it’s the change in temperature.
In any case, I love them both dearly. I am a very, very thankful cat mom.