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Fitness: I’m back down to 197.0, which is not quite as low as I was hoping I’d be. However, I do seem to be fairly sore from my workout on Monday and I’ve got a pyramid workout lined up for tomorrow, so I’m not going to worry about it. I do seem to be as lean as I was at 193.4, so I’m guessing that the extra 3.6 pounds hanging around is mostly muscle weight. On to more cats! |
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Yesterday marked the fifth anniversary of having my cat Bootsie and I figured it was about time to celebrate my living cat rather than continuing to memorialize my recently deceased one (though that will continue soon). How She Arrived Bootsie used to belong to the son of one of my dad’s friends, and he had left her with his dad after he had moved out into another place in the Seattle area. When he and his wife moved to Missouri, his dad didn’t want to stay in a large house by himself in Seattle, so he moved to a smaller place in Wenatchee, WA. Bootsie was living with the dad at the time and he wasn’t going to be able to bring her with him, so he was going to have her put to sleep. My dad would have none of this, as he and Bootsie had become rather friendly while my dad was over fixing up his friend’s place to sell it. Bootsie was accustomed to sleeping in out of the way places, but when my dad showed up, she’d come out and let him pet her. When the time came for dad’s friend to move, Bootsie moved as well – she moved here. From Scruffy to Dainty  When she first showed up, she was rather scruffy and the same weight as Mouse (14.5 pounds), which was awfully big for a cat of her frame. Her coat needed some attention and so did she in order to become more acclimated here. Once she settled in some, she found the couch to be one of her favorite places.  She’s a strictly indoor cat, so if she’s craving the outdoors and it’s a nice sunny day outside, she’ll park herself on the floor and sleep in the sun that comes in from the skylight.  Since she showed up, she’s dropped to a much more frame-suiting 11.5 pounds and she’s as pretty as can be.  Extremely Positionable One of the things that’s great about Bootsie is that nothing really bothers her that much. You can roll her over on her side and she’ll look up at you with an expression of curiosity, rather than disdain.  She can be rather vocal, but that’s only when you interact with her or when she’s picked up. You can turn her into a Christmas present, and she really doesn’t mind.  Extremely Expressive Another great thing about her is that her expressions are very easy to read. She can be nonplussed at your efforts to photographer her:  Or she can be as sweet as can be.  She’s not a very action-packed cat like Mouse was, but she can give you a great idea about how she’s feeling with just one look. She’ll also be happy to tell you how she’s feeling with a vast variety of meows. She’s taken to chattering at night since Mouse passed, which is strange to me as I’ll get to in a second. Mouse and Bootsie I was thinking about saving this for the last of Mouse’s memorials, but there’s really not much to tell. As soon as Bootsie got here, she’s wanted nothing to do with Mouse. If Mouse got too close to her, she’d hiss at him and if she was feeling especially grouchy, she’d give him a swat. It was the funniest thing, because Mouse was a big strapping cat and he never fought back once – he just got out of her way with a quickness. There were a couple of times that I was able to photograph them together, but I’m not sure what aligned in the cosmos to allow that to happen. The first time wasn’t too hard to fathom, as though they were both on the couch, they were at least on different levels of it.  The second time I got pictures of them, they were actually sitting right next to each other and I don’t know what compelled them to do so, but I made sure to get a ton of pictures of the event. This was the best one:  This was taken about six months before Mouse was put to sleep, but the event didn’t change Bootsie’s attitude towards Mouse, as she’d still hiss and swat at him after this happened. As I said earlier, she took to chattering after Mouse passed, making me think that she missed having around to hiss and swat at. Cats are rather peculiar sometimes. The Future I’m not sure how much longer she’s going to be around, as it’s not known how old she is specifically, though the thought was that she was Mouse’s age when she got here. That’s been revised a few times, as I’ve also heard she was 10, or she was 11 or 12. I’m going with her being 16 now, which may not give her too much more time here. However, like I did with Mouse, I’m going to enjoy her company the best that I can while she’s still here and still healthy. I’ll leave you with a picture of her from yesterday, looking extra photogenic on her fifth anniversary here.  Discuss this post at [The Forum of Jason Vincion]! Posted on April 7th, 2010. |
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