aLightningbug

It’s an odd trio, and it’s come full circle. 

On this 11th day of November and of NaBloPoMo I checked out the Daily Post’s Daily Prompt and discovered that the prompt and my blog have come full circle. 
The prompt for today is: An Odd Trio

It says, “Today, you can write about whatever you what — but your post must include, in whatever role you see fit, a cat, a bowl of soup, and a beach towel.”

It tasked us with this more than a year ago (has it really been that long?). On July 5, 2914 I posted:

Cat Soup and Towels, an odd trio but only for some

It’s here: https://alightningbug.wordpress.com/2014/07/06/cat-soup-and-towels-an-odd-trio-but-only-for-some/
I like the idea of revisiting this. I can look back on my writing and explore how I feel about the subject again. What might I do differently? 

Cats, bowls of soup, and beach towels are still not terrible unique or oddly paired at our home. 

I love our cats more than ever. Both are rescued. We became their forever home about 15 years ago. 

Fletcher came to us first. He was full grown but young and was recovering from autoimmune hemolytic anemia when I saw him at a pet adoption fair. He would require medication for several months to keep him on the mend. He spoke to me. We took him home.

He’s always been a good cat. His only downside was his fondness for chewing on our toes in the evening. At first it was cute and playful, but it got old. He was a very enthusiastic chewer. 

We decided he needed a friend to keep him company during the day — a chew toy if you will. That’s when we got our other cat, Mojo.

Mojo had been feral. He was very skittish but adored Fletcher. Fletcher tolerated Mojo. He liked to play with Mojo especially his head and back as he (nicely) chewed on him. He stopped biting our toes. Everybody was happy. 

Well, almost. It took time before they got used to sharing our home and Mojo hid a lot at first. He was near impossible to pick up and mostly associated with us humans only as a barely tolerable source of food. It was quite a while before he admitted that he liked us. 

Today he’s a cuddle buddy. He’ll meow at us to sit down so he can jump up next to us and get his kitty strokes. He loves to play but hates it when we watch him.

Fletcher is much the same as he was but he’s getting older (as are we all). 

Mojo loves to chase a laser pointer. Fletcher ignores the laser but watches Mojo play until the time is right and then pounces on him. It’s entertaining for all.

One of the few things that is different about Fletcher is that now he likes people food. Years ago he wouldn’t touch the stuff. He’d even try to burry it. Now if we set down food, say a bowl of soup, and turn away for a moment he will gladly sample it for us. He’ll even clean the plate. We have to watch him like a hawk.

One of his other favorite things is sitting on stuff. Piece of paper on the floor? He’ll sit on it. Box? It’s his. Towel, a beach towel, folded on the couch? Presto, he is King and will make anything his throne. 

We rather like both of our furry family members. We’re glad to have them even if it means the occasional lost bowl of soup or hairy beach towel.

Maybe next time I’ll try writing a short story involving a cat, a bowl of soup, and a beach towel but not today.

This post goes to 11. It’s NaBloPoMo Day 11 on this fine Veterans Day. A deep thank you to all of those who served and their families.