s e v e n i s a j o u r n e y

We know we are crazy cat people. As soon as you pass 2n cats, that is your fate. It is not even (entirely) our fault, we only had two of our own (Slow Top and Azami), the others were either given to us (Rasputin), rescued off the road (Amaya), or moved in and adopted us (Jake).

But there are always more cats, poking around the periphery, hoping to find a free space.

Last year around this time it was “Mittens”, a black cat with white paws and brisket who would sneak in to steal food. Then she (?) was replaced by the singing cat, a tabby with white paws that would always announce its presence in the house with a series of long meows.

Now we have “Not Kitten.” This is a tabby that, at a distance, looks nearly identical to “Kitten” (Amaya- who I rescued as a kitten from down the road, and who was known as “Roadkill” for her first few weeks). On numerous occasions over the last 2 months we would emerge from the lounge only to see “Not Kitten” scurry across the dining room and down the stairs.

Last night I came in, to find him/her in the dining room, crouched but not running. I approached slowly, and made “hello friend?” chripy noises. And Not Kitten came over and marked my hand. By the time Tam got home s/he was walking around at my feet in the kitchen, demanding attention. Very friendly!

But then Kitten arrived and sent the doppleganger packing.

You are nice and friendly Not Kitten (and also in great shape, no starving feral there!), but the Inn is Full! No more cats allowed!