I’ve read that cats, like dogs, develop packs but not every cat will be accepted in every pack and the packs aren’t limited to cats but may also include their Human(s) and dogs or other familiar animals. And there is no way to pre-determine which cat will be accepted into a pack. They say that a cat-pack can be as small as a single cat but I don’t think that’s true because every cat I’ve had included me in their pack. And isn’t lone or single the opposite of “pack”? When my Zoo was alive, the pack included everyone in the house: me, Voodoo (my Shep/Rottie), Moe (an enormous orange tabby and very “Special Kitty”), Ranma (my old man), and Taki (a fat tortie). As they aged and grew sick and passed on, Taki, still “the baby” at 14 years, was left alone. She didn’t particularly care for Burger, the hyper pit pup, so I adopted another kitty. A small, est 5 year old, female tabby that looked very much like Ranma. She and Taki didn’t mind each other but they never formed a pack. Whereas I have countless pictures of the entire Zoo curled up, dog sleeping on cat sleeping on cat sleeping on dog sleeping on cat, Taki and Bama (the new tabby) didn’t do this. They slept separate. Even on me, Taki stayed on my lap and Bama on my shoulders or chest. They played but not together. When eating, Bama held off until Taki was finished. Bama even accepted Burger into her pack but Taki was alone save me. I felt bad for her. She went from a large pack who played, slept and socialized together to just me. For three years, this was the norm until my roommate moved out and took Burger with him. Slowly, I noticed little changes in behavior. I saw Bama and Taki share a food dish simultaneously. Then I caught sight of Bama and Taki chasing each other playfully. Yesterday, I noticed Taki and Bama lounging next to each other on the patio. Not curled up together but definitely exhibiting pack behavior. Is it in the absence of the dog, is Bama suddenly lonely and bored enough to include Taki in her pack? I don’t know if this will continue but I’m encouraged by it.
In another note of odd cat behavior, I saw something shocking today. Now, let me explain that Taki is obese to the point that when seeing her for the first time, people often exclaim “What is THAT?” I assure you, as a responsible pet owner, Ive tried different diets and some have worked to a degree but she is still a boat of a cat. She still hunts lizards, squaddling (scuttle-waddle) after them with enough speed to catch a few unsuspecting but today, I saw her RUN. With impressive speed, that bowling ball of a cat raced across the yard and half way up a tree after a squirrel. It has been years since I’ve seen her run and I certainly didn’t think it in her power to haul that fat ass up a tree. Even Bama was surprised and confused, chasing after her. I wish I had video of it. It was inspiring. Like watching a pig sprout wings and take to the air.
Speaking of bowling balls, it’s day 9 post-op and my head feels like a half ton brick (or a Taki-sized cat) teetering on top of a toothpick. I haven’t regained feeling in my fingers yet either but I was warned that that could take a while. Still, the two men I spoke to who had this same surgery both said that they felt “immediately better” afterwards. Why don’t I? Still, I must be getting better because I’m cranky. I wish for the world I could remove this collar from my neck and LOOK UP. I suppose I should just be grateful that I can shower without my head rolling off my shoulders.
On an entirely unrelated note, I’ve watched entirely too much TV during this convalescence. In a matter of days, I plowed through three seasons of Downton Abbey. I enjoy period pieces and appreciate the attention to historical detail here but the plot has gotten ridiculous. I mean, two major characters die horrible, sudden deaths under two separate freakish circumstances on the day their first child is born? And in the same Season? C’mon.