Nesting: Pt. II

Olive.

I’ve mentioned the great journey that brought us to this point, now it’s time to give the people what they want– pictures of our cat. (!)

This blog will be two years old in October, and probably every person I’ve told about it has first asked, “How many cats do you have?” and I would hang my head and say, “Um, none. This is really just a forum to talk about my feelings.”

NO MORE. I mean, I will still primarily talk about my feelings, but I have a cat now! So it’s less weird maybe.

As I wrote yesterday, our decision was between Quintella, the lithe, friendly, Jake-kissing cat with the elegant head, and Olive (at this point,  known as “Linda” by the ASPCA), a three-legged cat who threw herself forcefully against the glass when we walked by and shoved her nose and teeth through the little holes in her cage and then proceeded to dance. Jake met my gaze, and raised his eyebrows and stretched his mouth in the way he usually uses when he’s asking for snacks or bike rides. We both nodded.

Even when seeing the cats in the neighboring, glass-walled cat habitat, we looked up and saw Linda/Olive staring at us from across the way. We were like, “okay, this is it”.

Facts about Olive

  • She is named for my former elderly homecare client, the one who liked pro-wrestling and Lifetime movies. Person Olive is my hero.
  • Cat Olive lost her leg in March falling out of a window, and she is still a bit clumsy but overall gets around pretty quickly.
  • She likes dark, small spaces– and is especially fond of sleeping under the blankets, between legs, near ankles.
  • The shelter informed us that she is fond of string toys…which, to Jake, translates to lengths of webbing.
  • She is friendly! Come play with her– now that she’s used to us and our house, she’s kind of an awesome party cat.
  • She growls like a dog,
  • and licks herself enthusiastically.

Jake pretended that he didn’t want a cat but he is really a feline softie– don’t tell anyone. He’s careful with his cat daughter (I know Kristin– that great proponent of CATS NOT BEING CHILDREN; CATS BEING CATS is rolling her eyes here), butting his toolbox next to the radiator so she can have a step up to the window, putting the screens in the top of the window so she doesn’t take another dive, playing with her, petting her, letting her follow him into the bathroom because she really likes watching people pee…and so forth.

She is cool, and curious.

As Jake keeps saying, “Happiest girl.”

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About bearicaquinn

Smallish, smushy in the sad parts, certainly destined for cat-lady-dom. Enjoys boats, bikes, black coffee, pug faces, sourdough bread, the morning when you have slept long enough, beards, mountainsides, art, rooftops, etc. Will continue to live in things that are interestingly shaped. So octopus.
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