Home tired

Back at home. There are multiple cats now. Boo has the run of the place, but there’s a new kit on the block by the name of Misty.

Misty is a ragdoll. Seal point. I know this breed.  Mao, mister pissypants, he was one. Uncomplicated and loving. Territorial.

Izzy and Tessy are both seal point. Izzy plays fetch, is dumb, wants love. Tessy is my closest exposure to the breed. But apparently they aren’t supposed to be like her. Because she. will. fuck. you. up.

Don’t fuck with Tess.

Thankfully, Misty appears to be closer to the breed behaviour. Floppy. And she’s hairy. I remember when I took on Mau he was so restricted in his movement from hair that had clumped at the stupidly expensive cat hotel, I had to shave a strip down his belly. He was like a kitten after, with a sudden access of movement without pain. Misty is hairy and slow, well groomed. She seems calm. I think these two cats will get on, although at the moment it is Boo in the flat and Misty in Brian and Maddy’s room. Introductions are painfully slow. But that’s the right way. You can’t just throw cats into a room together and guarantee harmony. These two will be harmonious though.

I’m shutting down to bed. It’s still early but I’ve been asleep hours before midnight the last few nights. More of that please. Largely I’m too tired and content to be worthy of your time. Better than where I was a week ago. Lou is a miracle worker.