For the first time in years, we have two young cats. It is a completely new world around here. While Scooter is happy to have a playmate, she is quite capable of training Alice from the Palace. After much romping, attacking, and rushing throughout the apartment, Scooter will plant herself in front of Alice for a lengthy stare down. She is setting the rules. I am sure.
Alice from the Palace came to live with us when she was two months old. She either is napping soundly, or very very busy – so much to do, so little time. Or, she is hiding under the bed, in a storage box. She is content most of the time, but we now know that ‘the never before situations’ that crop up here and there, can send her into a tizzy.
Lately a few of Alice’s fears have been pretty alarming. She has it handled the best way she knows how, but I am starting to miss her.
Unlike Scooter who had a fearful past, Alice really has not experienced anything scary… until she came to live with us. The doorbell was the first of the worst. If the doorbell rings, Alice shoots off to hide under the bed.
Fear Number 1:
- Doorbell rings, Red Alert!
- Quick glance at me then off and running
- The door opens, a person walks through
- Alice ensconced under the bed
- Currently, skips the glance at me and just books
Alice is afraid of the doorbell. OK. So we ask people to knock on the door rather than ring the bell. First, she is a little confused, and then she runs to her safe place under the bed. She may or may not come out while visitors are still present in the apartment. What do you think – scaredy cat or good judge of character?
Fear Number 2: Would anyone have guessed open windows and a cool breeze finally coming into the house after a hot Florida summer would chase Alice back under the bed? We had the pleasure of witnessing our sweet little girl, standing straight up on hind feet, up on the table in full blown meercat security mode. After approximately 90- seconds of trying to warn us impending danger, she decided to let us fend for ourselves. She was off to her own private shelter…in the box…under the bed.
Alice spent most of the last week and a half under the bed. She is just now starting to get used to it, but then:
- a neighborhood dog barked
- a Harley roared down the street
- someone rang the doorbell
(to be continued)
All cats are special.
Happy National Cats Day to all!