We always call Whittaker our ice storm kitty. We got him in the summer after the ice storm of 1998. The girls won a parade competition at the Dunchurch Fall Fair, and determined with their winnings to get another kitten. They and the missus proudly came home one day with a new pet shop purchase. Tessie our old cat, had become quite accustomed to being an only cat. The intrusion of this youngster in her world, I'm sure was far more than she desired. But he endeavoured in every way to keep her young, chasing her, stealing her food and her favourite sleeping spots. Tessie in her usual long suffering fashion, put up with him and turned him into a decent adult cat.
|Whittaker in his most lecherous of positions. Tessie, as was her nature, tolerating his silliness.|
|Astride the reindeer.|
|Copycats - that's Wesley our new boy on the left. It's now his job to keep Whittaker young.|
The old boy is in his fourteenth year and is definitely somewhat (can you really put those two words legitimately side by side?) in decline. He is thinner this fall than in the past, and I note his usually neat tuxedo is getting a little dull and tattered looking. As well, I fear a cataract is developing in his left eye. However our geriatric cat does take care of himself, and I suspect he'll be around a few more years to keep us company. Perhaps he'll be able to turn Wesley into a decent adult too - though quite an undertaking, I'm thinking.
The Daily Quest
And that is about all I have to say for today.
Musings and meanderings from the Musical Gardener