Monday, November 10, 2014

New Moon on Monday

The Jellicle Moon is shining bright-
Jellicles come to the Jellicle Ball...
T.S. Eliot, The Song of the Jellicles

It's that time of year when the weather becomes a constant worry as I think of the feral kitties. Nat has already secured for them their insulated homes, placed them where they are camouflaged yet accessible to the colony. Check.

Our crew, who are more like our outdoor cats than random street kitties, will be displaced soon--victims of the constant overbuilding here in Jersey City. Nat has found a place that may take all six of them, where they can live safely as ferals but also have comforts of indoor cats. I'm very hopeful that she will be able to trap everyone so that we can put the relocation plan in motion. I know our work will not be complete. Yet, the thought of these kitties surviving another harsh winter is more than either of us can handle. Two of the cats are not  fixed and this has led to multiple kittens. The goal is to get at least one of them in the next few weeks to put the kitten factory out of business! Caring for them is Job 1. I especially want my Puck to get to a vet, he's not looked well to me for awhile. I'm hoping he just needs the basics and then he'll bounce back to the precocious and adorable tabby who stole my heart when he was a kitten.

The moon that lights up the Jellicle Ball, PAD location

The other night, when out on my appointed rounds, I saw the beautiful moon. I'm not even a good amateur photographer, so it's not a great picture but trust me--it was calming and comforting to see the moon hovering over the Hudson and peering at me between these two buildings as I prepared to feed my feline friends. I see the moon, and the moon sees me...

I do wonder, would I be invited to the fabled Jellicle Ball, if I brought the tuna?

This is Z-Girl. Out.

Sunday, November 9, 2014

#SundaySelfies with Bessie

It's Bessie. There's just so much to tell, so much to tell.

The big news: after living in the Warehouse Apartment for three years and establishing myself as the kitty that doesn't want to be touched, I've had a change of heart. A big change of heart.

Z-Girl has patiently worked with me since my Great Capture back in the Summer of 2011. I haven't been difficult really, because I do love her. She feeds me, and she knows when to change my litter. There's always a soft, snuggly blanket for me near the bed (where Lulu and I are stationed), a flokati rug that we love to sleep on when under the bed, and lots of toys and plenty of treats. This year she even moved her office down to the windows so we can all hang out together when she has work from home days, and I really like that. Means I can talk to her and also keep a close eye on what she is doing throughout the day.

She and I have many face to face conversations, and yes--she can hear me purr, and I respond to her with a gentle meow at times. I also initiate some discussions.

I'm not going to bore you with the progression from an initial tail touch to what is now full blown scratching and petting. Meaning, I jump on the bed in the morning and ask to be pet AND scratched. I purr. And when Z-Girl stops, I ask for more. I'm a cat, and I don't need to provide any explanations for my decisions. I just know that petting and scratching really are wonderful. Lulu has tried to convince me of this for a long time, showing me how much she loves it. Now we both get a nice session in the mornings and we feel very, very content.

If you are asking, "When will you let Z-Girl pick you up?", you need to stop right there. I am not entertaining any discussions about the future.

Today is Sunday Selfies, and we are late to the party on everything these days. Here is a picture of me trying to take a selfie with the iPad. It didn't work. Maybe next Sunday?

Where do I push to take my selfie? ~Bessie

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Hooray! We made it!