A Yuletide miracle
Just a little update for today, with some happy news on the progress front. Above you see the very first time in over three years that Maggie and Deidre have sat next to each other on the scratcher – and they even stayed put for a while!
What prompted this show of tolerance and peace? The big, scary, noisy, yellow thing, AKA the vacuum. Deidre had already taken refuge in the cubby, and Maggie hopped up to the other shelf when the vacuum came too close. At first, I don’t think she even realized Deidre was there, or perhaps she was just the lesser of two scary things right then, as both the girls seem to agree that the vacuum is a demon from the seventh circle of hell. There were some growls at first, but then they calmed down and settled in to weather out the invasion of the noise-making monster. No swats, no fights. It brought a tear to my eye.
Then just last night, all three kitties seemed to get a case of the midnight crazies all at the same time. As Yuan is the more energetic of the three, I’m used to him having a moment of pent-up kitten-like energy and zooming around or trying to get into things he shouldn’t (the boy could rob museums he’s so ninja, is what I’m saying). Maggie’s bouts of midnight crazies, on the other hand, are so rare as to be shockingly notable – but she’s had three frisky moments in the past week! Last night was even more notable as she was playing with a couple of toys on the ground. So, she’s playing with toys, you might say. That’s not notable.
Except that toys, with rare exception, have historically either fallen into the “EVIL! RAWR! HISS!” category of unhappy Maggie sounds, or the “…and?” category of cat apathy. She’ll lick a few, and chase a laser, but other than that, she’s never really batted them around or otherwise seemed amused by their presence. But last night, she not only played with the Stinky toy from our furriend M-chan, but she also attacked a tribble! I was delighted, to say the least. She’s been opening up so much lately, it makes a mom proud.
Then Miss Deidre, who hasn’t been too playful as of late either, had a crazed session with a fur mouse the other day, and last night decided that the marker/magnet board that is mounted on the wall above my bed that she has ignored for months was suddenly *too* tempting to resist. Deidre is like that – feign nonchalance at something for a long time, and then, after a year and a half, eats my betta fish (true story). Well last night the siren song of dangling markers and paper held in place by magnets finally was too much to ignore. As I was trying to sleep, I was laughing my butt off as she batted at dangling objects above my head. I woke up and plucked magnets, markers, and paper from my pillow (remarkably, nothing clobbered me).
I love frisky kitties.