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Life Goes On: Part 2   3 comments

Do you remember how Marcos took over my former guest room?

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Although I miss him dearly, I had every intention of restoring it to visitor status. But I guess I didn’t work  fast enough. Marcos room has a new tenant.  Meet Marbles, the House of Mars’ newest Mar.

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How did this come about? I wish I knew.  On Thursday, August 22, I stopped at Petsmart to get cat food. This, in itself was out of the ordinary since I always run this errand on Saturdays. But I had something else planned for Saturday, so there I was.

Little Orphan Animals, a  local rescue group, had set up cages of kittens outside the entrance. I took a quick peek, again, not my usual habit; I usually put blinders on when passing rescued cats. No problem, though, They were all very young, and at my age, I  didn’t want a kitten. I continued on into the store where I detoured to  venture  into the adoption room; again, something I avoid like the plague. I guess I got over-confident, because there I saw the most exquisitely colored white and black kitten.

Kitten, I pointed out to myself. But isn’t rationalization a wondrous thing? I managed to convince myself that he  wasn’t a young kitten since the sign said he was five months old.

The problem is, his mom and brother were there  too. How could I break up a family? I’d have to take all three. Luckily sanity interrupted my thought process

“Ahem, do you realize that would mean you’d have five cats? And how big is your house.”

“Um, 700 square feet, give or take,”

I decided to think it over, and entrust them to fate. After all, I wouldn’t need cat food until the Saturday of the following week. Anything could happen in that time.  Maybe they’d all be adopted.

And so I returned on Saturday, August 31.  Only one cat remained – the beauty! I quickly jotted down the phone of Susan, who was sponsoring him, and …….the rest is history.

Thursday, September 5

After checking with my veterinarian that I would be a trustworthy cat guardian, Susan delivered BW, whom I promptly renamed. I consigned him to Marcos’s room where he’d be gradually introduced to the Brothers Mar, via  sniffs and paws groping under the door.  He vanished under the bed, not to be seen again for twenty-four hours. I left food, water, and clean litter and checked periodically. Nada, zilch, zero

Friday

No Marble sighting in the morning.  But when i returned in the evening he’d decided maybe he’d like a look around.

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See why I named him Marble? from every angle, he’s just a swirl of black and white.

 

Saturday Morning ,

He still hadn’t eaten, but he seemed comfortable with his new digs

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Saturday Evening

Uh oh, time for an introduction to the brothers, but Marble wasn’t so sure.

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And the brothers, for their part, huddled in the dining room, trying to make some sense of this little newcomer, probably saying “Thank goodness she didn’t bring home a dog like last time.”

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Sunday Morning

 

Marble was raring to go,

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but the Brothers split up and fled to higher ground

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Marcel

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Sunday evening

Marble’s appetite returned to life.

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Notice who finished first!

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Monday Morning 

The Brothers are trying a new tactic:  Good Cop Bad Cop, Marcel hissed at him in the morning.  Marble  paid him no mind. Marceau took over the role in the evening.  Again – no reaction.

Oh, those two, they’re such a pair of old fuddy -duddy bachelors, stuck in their ways. Tell me, could you hiss at this face?

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A Kingdom is Born   1 comment

Fremont’s World is 0.25 acres in the town of Putnam Valley, NY. it is also the land on which the House of Mars sits. It has no signs. It does have a flag, though – several, in fact.

Every kingdom needs a flag, and wherever Fremont lived he declared his kingdom. This particular kingdom was formally recognized in  the summer of 1999.

I am a night person. I am also a night eater. I rarely sit down to dinner much before ten. This means in summer I grill  by the light of the moon with a lot of help from the floodlights on the deck. One particularly sultry August night, I stood, spray bottle in hand,  ready for the the usual flare-up that is part and parcel of barbecuing chicken. Above me, up  in the  woods,the  thick canopy of moon- lit leaves rustled in the  breeze.

I guess they rustled, I could see them flutter. Can something rustle if you can’t hear it? Like the sound of one hand clapping? No,  that’s not right;  like that tree that falls in the woods when no one’s there?  That’s it! On this night the air was so saturated with the sibilant droning of  amorous crickets and cicadas that it seemed to close in on me. I felt as if I were in the middle of a black velvet painting.

Soon, though I was able to make out the sound of deliberate plodding foot steps making  their way down through the sloping woods,  and the impressive silhouette of Fremont made its way into the light. He braced his front feet against the stucco retaining wall and landed with an oomph, then made made his way to the deck. It was the first time I felt part of the world he ventured into every night. “So this is your world, Fremont, “I said, reaching down to rub his head. “I like it.” And thus Fremont’s World  came into being.

The next spring  I decided we were being selfish. There were plenty of cats who needed a home and we  had more than enough room. It was time that Fremont shared his world with another cat. I can’t say I went into full blown search mode. A nagging question held me back . What if Fremont didn’t get along with the newcomer? Even worse what if he turned out to be an aggressive cat and he made Fremont’s world miserable? So I kept my good intention on the back burner and May rolled into June and June into July.

Just after the fourth of July, I went in to work and my friend, Laura, mentioned that her neighbor, an animal lover to the nth degree, had found a mother cat and five  kittens, and was looking for good homes for them. I deemed it a sign; a companion for Fremont, emerging out of nowhere.

“You know I’ve been thinking about getting another cat,” I told her.’ “I want a male, though.Do you know if any of them are males?”

She promised to find out, and the next morning returned with the news. “There’s only one male, a black and white one.”

Black and white? A sign if ever there was one. And so Niles, who fit into the palm  of my hand when I brought him home, took up residency in Fremont’s World.

I  decided to introduce them gradually, confining Niles to  the  spare bedroom for a week so they could make each other’s acquaintance through sniffs under the door. The sniffs from Fremont’s side  were peppered with hisses, hisses that escalated into growls on the meet and greet day.

I opened the door slowly.  Niles bounded out,his tiny stick of a tail held high. I’d never seen Fremont arch his back before! He  turned and greeted the kitten with a raw hiss and a deep throated growl before retreating out his cat door. It was not an auspicious start but Niles was not the least bit phased.  Each time Fremont came back, the little munchkin would  sneak up on the giant at least quadruple his size, and flick at his tail,  darting away at the hiss and growl this elicited, but only for a second. And  so it went  with Fremont taking all he could and when  fed up, escaping through the flap of the cat door  into the refuge of his world.  I didn’t worry about tiny Niles getting out since the pet door was set in the dining room window and the little guy wasn’t quite up to jumping that high….

Or so I thought.  I was upstairs in the loft one morning, cleaning the litter box when I heard the flap slap shut. Fremont had gone out earlier and it was not his habit to return until dinner time so  that could mean only one thing. I ran down the steps and got to the screen door just in time to witness the  moment  Fremont’s world changed.

He had been sitting in the sun grooming himself  when  Niles landed and ran over to flick his tail with a “Hi Guess what!” attitude. Fremont did a double take then looked up at me as if to say”How could you let this little innocent out? He’s not ready for my world.”

Then he walked over to Niles and began to groom him with a gentle flick of his tongue. Little did he know that he was volunteering for   a permanent job.

The pact was made. Niles was a needy cat when it came to his Fremont. He needed his Fremont  to groom him. Fremont did. He needed to snuggle  up to his Fremont when it was cold. Fremont made room to accommodate him. Niles and Fremont, they weren’t inseparable. They carved up Fremont’s World into their own fiefdoms. When I arrived home from work each night, Fremont would appear out  from across the road and make his way up the stairs to the front yard while Niles would utter his customary “I’m on my way” cry from up in the woods, then descend amidst the sound of breaking twigs and crunching leaves to the backyard.

But when they were together, Fremont looked after his boy! 

It was idyllic.  I wish it could have gone on and on. But if it had, there would have been no House of Mars.

Posted February 16, 2012 by virginiafair in Cats, Uncategorized

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