Yes, it had to be cats.

I do have a “Writing Glitch”-type post for you today, but first, I’m sure you all want to know how the new housecats Smudge and Logan are doing, so…

The “thistle cats” are doing quite well. Logan has decided he likes “killing” shoe laces, dust bunnies, and pieces of paper. (He’s very good at it, too. No dust bunny is safe!) A few days ago, both new cats were introduced to… the shiny bug (laser pointer), and Logan learned how to attack “rabits” (feet) under a blanket. Catnip mousies have been found inside Paul’s boots, and we’re fairly sure it wasn’t IttyBitty (no longer the smallest cat in the house) who left ’em this time.

Smudge still wanders the house at night (and often during the day), burbling (like a Jabberwock, Paul says, and she does not use her “inside cat” voice) and calling to her kitten, because she doesn’t like letting him out of her sight. Logan, on the other hand, is eight or nine weeks old and has recently realized (as most cats do at this age) that he is, in fact, a fearsome tiger, so he wants to play, explore, and kill dust bunnies and shoe laces. Much to his annoyance, he’s too big to hide in any of Grace’s shoes.

As for how the other cats are taking all this… Well, it varies. Doodlecat has decided he’s okay, mostly, with having new cats in the house; he was the first to accept Stony (the Narrow Cat) when we were cat-sitting, so that’s no suprise. Calliope doesn’t care, because she can just jump up on furniture where Logan can’t follow. Ashley seems to have appointed herself the guardian of the little cat and the even-littler cat; for a couple of days she followed them around and kept watch over them. Floofycat doesn’t like the new cats, but then, Floofycat doesn’t like her own littermates, and she’s known them for nearly nine years.

I think some cats need to watch the Dear Kitten videos soon. ūüôā

Speaking of dear kittens, here are a couple of photographs Grace took of Logan:

Logan Thistle, approx. two months old. (Mostly white kitten with dark grey tail and part of face.)


He’s cute, and he knows it… “See my little pink toe-beans? They match my little pink nose.”






About Thomas Weaver

For several years, I’ve been putting my uncanny knack for grammar and punctuation, along with an eclectic mental collection of facts, to good use as a Wielder of the Red Pen of Doom (editor). I'm physically disabled, and I currently live with my smugly good-looking twin Paul, who writes military science fiction and refuses to talk about his military service because he can’t. Sometimes Paul and I collaborate on stories, and sometimes I just edit whatever he writes. It's worked out rather well so far. My list of non-writing-related jobs from the past includes librarian, art model, high school teacher, science lab gofer… Although I have no spouse or offspring to tell you about, I do have six cats. (The preferred term is "Insane Cat Gentleman.") I currently spend my time blogging, reading, editing, and fending off cats who like my desk better than my twin’s.
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4 Responses to Yes, it had to be cats.

  1. Yes, he’s cute and he knows it!

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  2. I was actually wondering how the tribe was receiving the newcomers. Thank you for reading my mind and sharing this update.ūüėĽ

    Liked by 2 people

  3. Victoria Mace says:

    Thanks much. I so needed those cats this morning. ^.^

    Liked by 2 people

  4. So cute!! Why are kittens so cute?!?

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