Pinky’s siblings stay off to the side. Ever since her dual with Loaner over me, Loaner has yielded and so has Tango, come to that.
Loaner has her own spot in the house on the hall rug, which led to the Episode of the Raccoon. One second dozing, the next–starting up and flying at the pet door to the patio, she smashed the door down on a raccoon’s head. The raccoon pedaled backward and hesitated outside, then made a second try. Loaner was ready, and delivered another blow. Almighty Loaner!
Impressed, I called her to the kitchen where I served up a special treat, a helping of codfish as she likes it, raw. She is a big cat, about 18 pounds to Pinky’s nine and Tango’s fourteen. I cannot lift Loaner in the usual way, under the arms, but do it with both hands under her belly. She doesn’t like that much and protests. My back protests, as well.
My European-origin friends here receive a steady supply of clippings from overseas regarding our president. Seems he is a joke.
My homecomings are another specialty of Pinky’s. She welcomes me with extravagant flops and wiggles – four flops expressing the utmost happiness. Well, I get happy, too. My nephew’s family have taken to teasing me for my early departures from their home because I need to get back to Pinky.
Cleveland Amory, the animal activist who founded Fund for Animals and a sanctuary for abused animals in Texas named Black Beauty, notes that the cat brain of all animals is most like that of the human, except for speech and memory. It seems to me that memory reposes in a cat’s olfactory sense. As for speech, Pinky and I have no difficulty communicating. Once, when exasperated with my slowness, she gave me a gentle nip on the hand to help me along. She manages our traffic by sitting and leaning in the direction she wants us to go. If we are near the lemon tree she angles toward the city land outside our chain-link fence.
I heard two stories that made me glow.
A resident here at Lake Park told of a feral cat who gave birth to four kittens then went and got herself hit by a car. The resident then had to buy formula and an eyedropper to feed the little ones. She had a half-grown kitten herself and this kitten got into the box and nurtured the babies and cuddled with them.
And a Facebook friend told of something similar. Her cat had five babies and whenever mama cat took a break her dog would get into bed with the kittens and lick and clean them.
I had a grandstand view of the Warriors parade yesterday from the patio at Lake Park. Stephen Curry and Kevin Durant were there on top of the the bus but the best was a miniature horse, no more than four feet tall, pulling two people in a cart. I wanted to get down and help that little horse haul his load.
And there was a sign posted on our elevators, a message from the Oakland PD prohibiting viewing from the roof for fear of snipers. Snipers!