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Jun. 16th, 2009 08:15 amI was up hours earlier than usual this morning, which did not seem to faze the cats. Gray Cat jumped up on the bed when the alarm went off, not caring that it was much darker outside than normal, and proceeded to lick my elbows and bump his head against my face. Tortoiseshell Cat crouched at the foot of the bed and let me know that breakfast would be appreciated.
I wouldn't say the cats are friends yet, but they've established boundaries; whenever Gray Cat gets too close to Tortoiseshell Cat (or too close to her food), she lets out a yowl that starts out loud, gets lower and deeper, and ends in a long rumbling growl. When this happens, Gray Cat will put his ears and tail down, and move slowly and carefully away. Sometimes he hisses at her, just to show that he's not completely beaten. However, once he's outside her warning radius (about three feet, give or take), they seem to be able to coexist in the same room without undue fuss. I call it progress.
Today is Bloomsday; in celebration, I'm having Irish Breakfast tea, to which I added sugar and cream (yes, after sufficient time for infusion in the manner and the quantity prescribed). I wouldn't have known about Bloomsday but for Garrison Keillor, who recited Molly's soliloquy on the radio for Writer's Almanac this morning. There was something deeply strange about hearing Keillor's soft baritone saying "I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes." I mean, this man is the voice of Prairie Home Companion.
Happy Bloomsday, everyone. Go easy on the kidneys.
I wouldn't say the cats are friends yet, but they've established boundaries; whenever Gray Cat gets too close to Tortoiseshell Cat (or too close to her food), she lets out a yowl that starts out loud, gets lower and deeper, and ends in a long rumbling growl. When this happens, Gray Cat will put his ears and tail down, and move slowly and carefully away. Sometimes he hisses at her, just to show that he's not completely beaten. However, once he's outside her warning radius (about three feet, give or take), they seem to be able to coexist in the same room without undue fuss. I call it progress.
Today is Bloomsday; in celebration, I'm having Irish Breakfast tea, to which I added sugar and cream (yes, after sufficient time for infusion in the manner and the quantity prescribed). I wouldn't have known about Bloomsday but for Garrison Keillor, who recited Molly's soliloquy on the radio for Writer's Almanac this morning. There was something deeply strange about hearing Keillor's soft baritone saying "I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes." I mean, this man is the voice of Prairie Home Companion.
Happy Bloomsday, everyone. Go easy on the kidneys.
