Where she can sun as well.
Hide and Seek with Rhea
Sorry, love my new kitty and can’t resist! It’s hard to believe she was so shy in the ASPCA and when she first came to live with me because she’s now into absolutely everything. Which kind of worries me because this apartment is perhaps a bit dangerous for an inquisitive cat. She loves to run up the ladder / stairs to my bedroom loft and then run all around its pretty small perimeter, peeking out from time to time between the little pillars.
It’s a long way down though and I’m a little scared she’ll fall.
And she loves to play with this small leather mask I bought one year at a festival in Toronto. She loves to try to bat the thing down.
And the other thing she loves to do is jump back and forth between the corner of the loft and the top mantel of the fireplace. I had to clear everything off of the mantel so she’d have a place to step. Worries me! I’ve tried to put soft mats and things all around under the mantel and around the edges of the loft. I guess you just can’t worry about all that cats will get into…
Finally tired, and taking a little rest.
And now, in the laundry basket. Everything, she gets into everything!
Rhea!
I finally got a new kitty. My beloved former cat died of congestive heart failure several years ago and it took me a while to get over it. Finally, a couple weeks ago I went to the ASPCA, where I met Rhea. I love the ASPCA by the way – they are wonderful people there who do wonderful things. Anyway, Rhea’s a sweet little Abyssinan mix. Of course she was very quiet her first few days with me, but now she’s a nut, particularly at nighttime of course, running up and down the ladder / stairs of my bedroom loft, doing gymnastics around its pillars, playing basketball down on the floor with some little toy balls with bells that were given to her by her friend, Lula, who lives across town. And yes, I meant basketball, not soccer or hockey. I have no idea what she does with the balls to make them bounce the way they do… because whatever it is she’s doing it’s in the dark when I’m trying to sleep…
She actually makes me nervous when she plays on the stairs / ladder, because she most enjoys the top rung, and it’s a long way down to the floor. I kind of feel like this high ceiling-ed apartment, which is good for housing my art work, is a bit dangerous for a cat. My old cat never even tried to get herself up in the loft, nor has any cat I’ve cat-sat here since. But Rhea’s very inquisitive, and very small, which I guess makes her more inclined to acrobatics than the average cat.
She can also sit on my narrow windowsill, which no other cat has been able to do:
She sleeps in the oddest places, like on top of the book spines. A copy of Swallow was on top of Turow’s Presumed Innocent. She apparently thought nothing of smacking mommy’s novel down to make herself a little step to her “bed.”
