Here’s a better picture of Loki. He was looking at the living room. As you can see, his ears show the potential growth he is going to achieve. He’s half Maine Coon. His mother is a full Maine Coon. Loki’s father is unknown. He has the customary ‘M’ on his forehead and the tuffs at the tip of his ears. He also has six toes. No tuffs yet between them. He doesn’t look to be a long-hair. But it turns out that Maine Coons can be medium hair cats as well.
One of the reasons we got Loki was because Smokey is a high energy cat, and Kang doesn’t have the energy to match her in play. Now that Loki and Smokey have become accustomed to each other, there is much running and wrestling. However, as I type this, Kang and Loki are battling.
Loki is also a people’s cat. He follows both Tina and me around the house. And he has bonded to me. He will race upstairs to beat me to the bedroom. While Kang and Smokey stay with Tina downstairs, Loki stays upstairs with me while I sleep. If I get up to go to the bathroom, he’ll usually still be waiting on the bed for my return.
Yes, I’m up. I’ve been up since 5:25 AM when Smokey decided to step on the Apple remote and turn on the TV. The little shit. Of course, she was attempting to knock things off of elevated surfaces because she wanted her morning treats.
So, I’ve managed to get through my morning routine. That includes finishing my two cups of coffee. Next? I’m contemplating a run. I’d go on a bicycle ride, but 49 degrees is just too chilly. I’ll probably end up going for a run.
Oh, speaking of Smokey, here she is sitting on the stone table watching for the red squirrel she treed earlier. It was chattering away in anger on the tree in the background as this picture was taken.
A certain someone, a batshit crazy kitten named Smokey, is going to the vet for further shots, a trimming of her front claws, and possibly the implant of a chip. Right now she’s chasing some noisy toy in the living room.
I was offered a job with a residential program. It is only a 20 minute drive away, so that’s good. And the hours are from 8:00 AM to 4:30 PM, which is even better. They offered me more money as well as paying for ALL of my health insurance. Yeah, that is a hefty pay increase. The deductible is higher, but not enough to offset the gain I am getting in my monthly check.
I have been working at my current job for just over a year. July 31st was my anniversary. I will be giving them notice today. It’ll be just a bit shy of 2 weeks, but I want to end my employment at my current job before the end of the month.
Life is giving me opportunities.
On a somewhat related note; life is giving Kang and Smokey an opportunity at catching a chipmunk – again. The dumb ass rodent hopped its way into a bush in the middle of the back yard where both cats were exploring. Kang saw it first. However, the chipmunk was alerted in time and ran off into the bushes on the other side of the fence.
He caught a chipmunk! I kid you not. He was still as a rock just a few inches from the pole holding our bird feeders. This chipmunk was completely unaware of him, despite Kang being a big, fat tick of a cat. Tina and I watched in amazement as Kang patiently watched the chipmunk eat the droppings from the feeders. And then suddenly he sprang and low and behold! he had a chipmunk in his mouth.
Now, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t impressed. Granted, the chipmunk was an idiot for not seeing this big, fat black and white cat sitting in the open. But the patience and stillness that Kang displayed was amazing.
However, I am not a monster. Kang had the thing in his mouth, and was carrying it to us as his trophy. I quickly got up and had him drop the poor rodent. It had been playing dead while in Kang’s mouth. Once I got him to drop it, the chipmunk started hopping around in place, obviously in pain. Eventually it recovered, scurried off under the deck, and we could hear it chattering angrily as it ran off to its burrow in the brush south of our house.
Still, damn! Kang, the Mighty Hunter! He’s out in the lawn right now hoping for another chipmunk to make the mistake of ignoring him.
I really do love running in the rain. Granted, it means 100% humidity which results in me sweating like a torrential downpour. I don’t care. It also takes me longer to cool down, despite both the low temperature (61 degrees) and the rain to help cool me down. It’s the rain gear. It retains the heat I generate during the run. So, I am dripping all over my chair as I type this. Sweat was dripping off my hat like rain dripping off the roof. And Smokey is trying to get close to me to lick the sweat off me for the salt. Yes, I know. She’s a weird cat. But, she is the kitten – gots to love her.
The only disappointment about today’s run is I couldn’t offer Tina a sweaty hug. She always turns me down. Yeah, it hurts. But I can handle rejection. Really, I can.
Now, if you’ll excuse me I’m going to go take a shower. And no, those are not tears running from my eyes. It’s just sweat. Yeah. Sweat.
I was out on the deck, mindfully enjoying the nature that surrounds my backyard. Squirrels were climbing in the trees deep in the woods to the west. Birds were all about chirping. The occasional hummingbird swooped by to drink nectar from either our hummingbird feeder or the recently bloomed flowers along the fence line.
However, the most enjoyable aspect of the backyard this morning was Kang the Mighty Hunter stalking the two of three chipmunks that visit our yard to raid the bird feeders. Unbeknownst to one of them, it headed towards the feeder right along a path were Kang laid in wait. I don’t think I’ve seen fat old Kang move so fast in my life. He chased the chipmunk around the plant and damn near caught him.
Honestly, Kang appears lively and happier than I’ve ever seen him. Our new place has made his life, and his health, better.
Gee, I didn’t realize I’ve gone 12 days without posting to my blog. That’s not good. Well, to be honest, I’m not sure I have anything of import to pass along. Life is going well. I’ve got my job, the house, and Tina, of course. Plus, there’s Smokey, the ape-shit crazy kitten who’s claws are making mincemeat of our legs. She’s perfect. When she’s not ape-shit crazy, she’s a snuggle bug.
Here she is overlooking her domain after having successfully scaled Mount Lampshade, the Everest of our living room.