I would like to discuss the frightening economic ramifications of a Donald Trump Presidency.
Actually no, I'd much rather talk about our new kitten.
We didn't think we would get another one.
The wonderful Oscar was with us for nearly 15 years, travelling around the world with us.
Part of the family. Until last October. You can read about that very ordinary Thursday here.
Oscar was always going to be a very hard act to follow. My wife and I resisted for a year.
We just couldn't do it, but we have.
Lilli the kitten arrived a few weeks ago, very coincidentally on the same date Oscar died. She has rather large paws to fill, though she is not a replacement and of course she is her own cat. She is quickly proving that. Apparently she was the "shy, reserved one". Hardly.
It's a long time since we had a kitten in the house, you forget what it's like...
*Having to look down when you carry a cup of coffee as she likes to wrap herself around / sprint between your feet like a little silent furry ninja.
*The intense interest in anything happening in the kitchen. The reaching up, pawing at legs in an attempt to get some of whatever is on offer. "It's yoghurt. You're a cat, you don't eat yoghurt."
*Seemingly dematerialising then rematerialising in another room like a Star Trek character. Sometimes it's like there are three of them.
*The rescuing of cat toys from under lounges. I keep being "dragged" away from working to extricate a trapped cat toy from the very middle of under the lounge. A pitiful squeak - Lilli appears to squeak rather than miaow, sounding in desperate need of WD40. The squeak leads me to a rather forlorn little thing peering anxiously at the dark abyss under the lounge / chair / bed, basically anything that is the perfect size for a cat toy. The foil crunchy shiny mice / ball things being the toy du jour.
*The amusement of looking at her discovering herself in the mirror.
*The psychotic sprinting after she uses her kitty litter tray. I've always thought it would be amusing if humans did that. But then again...
*The pushing the boundaries – using the dining table as a shortcut to somewhere, delicately pirouetting around photos on the sideboard. That is being strongly discouraged as we speak. A stern "No", then distracting her with said crunchy shiny mice / ball things. Then she turns THAT face on, and is back on the dining table. Repeat.
*The overall outrageous cuteness of a young kitten, the tractor-esque purring, the random sleeping in what are extremely uncomfortable locations, when there are at least 47 far more comfortable spots.
*The general craziness of rampaging through the house for no apparent reason. Seeing an imaginary something on the ground, then taking off with a very strange un-kitten like sound.
*The ignoring of expensive cat toys, happy to spend half an hour in an empty cardboard box.
*You forget how small and low to the ground kittens are compared to adult cats. There are numerous unsuccessful attempts daily of Donald Trump style pussy-grabbing.
I wrote about Oscar sitting in
my wife's his chair while I'm working, Lilli has now discovered the same chair, she looks quite at home. It's nice having that chair occupied.
Welcome Lilli, it's wonderful to once again hear the crazed scampering of paws in our home.
Oscar was quite the furry ratbag, and you're shaping up extremely well in that department.
That Coldplay song isn't quite as sad.