It was so great to be back with all the kitties in SP#1 today. I was greeted by someone new, too! Someone little who raced up to greet me and raced off again and around and up and down. He has fabulous markings on the bottoms of his feet. This was actually what I first noticed about him, believe it or not—the little black patterns on the underside of his paws—as I tried to keep track of him as he darted to and fro and back again to say hello. Here is a picture of one of his feet (he finally wore himself out and took a short rest).
His name is Sox. We’re now back up to three males in the room. When Chris came in and told me a little bit about him, I was stunned to learn that he is over 10 years old! He had been adopted from the shelter when he was a kitten, and now, sadly, has been returned. Now that he has at the shelter he is receiving proper care for his right eye, in which he has developed glaucoma and has lost his sight. Once he has settled in and has had a chance grow a bit stronger, he will have the eye removed.
Sox is such a cutie!
Sox behaves like a real youngster, batting at all the toys in the room, pouncing on streaks in the floor, playfully arching his back at the other cats and lunging, hoping for a sparring partner (you can imagine that doesn’t go over well).
He was all excited when Rascal jumped up to the sink while he was there (yes, we have yet another sink kitty in the bunch—that makes four!) Rascal wanted some private sink time, and so Sox was getting all up in his face doing the “fast blink,” clearly uttering, in kitty-speak, our version of “Bring it on, Pops!” Rascal wasn’t having ANY of that. Not one to be taunted, Rascal did not take the bait. In fact, I think I saw Rascal roll his eyes out of sheer boredom (as a cover, of course). The sink didn’t interest him in the least, nor did this incredibly discourteous creature who had the nerve to hog the damn thing for himself. I’m convinced that Rascal plays mind games with the others (and very effective ones, too): he simply looked right through Sox, as if he couldn’t even see him. Sox sat down, so to speak, and Rascal had his turn at the sink.
Oh, I think Sox is going to fit in nicely. Except for the showdown at the sink, he was adorably oblivious to everyone’s disdain, including Katarina’s.
Sox sticking his tongue out at Katarina
He really seemed so kitten-like to me, and very good-natured. He has an air of mischief about him, too. He was very inquisitive today (his first real day out of the condo, after being moved into the room two days ago), and not shy at all. Like sweet Holly, our another recent addition, who is also doing very well, he seems to keep his purr in “idle” and then revs it up at the slightest bit of attention. You can see from his precious face what a friendly little love he is.
Sox in Bed
Welcome to SP#1, Sox!