Thursday - MikiCato

     I went in search of this little cat.  I drove quite a few miles before I found him, his Mom, and the rest of the litter of 5.  They had just been dumped outside on the patio of the house he and his sisters were born in.  The Small One was shocked that I took 'another black cat' instead of taking one of the beautiful little girls.  She knew why I wanted the little boy, but she just wouldn't admit it.
     I was missing my two handsome little black guys, Princess Ebony's eldest son, Terry Lee, and the younger, Jon Tommy.  I had had to put them down a few short months before.
     We had Buddy Bear in residence, he was a sweetheart, and he had already taken his place as the leader of the clowder (actually he WAS the clowder) although Princess Ebony was still with us.  He had already chosen his sleeping spot:  in the big bed by my side, sleeping on my arm on the pillow.  10 years and he is still there, but, at the time,  I needed my little House Panther to make things complete.
     Anyway, here's what we had the first afternoon we brought MikiCato home to Five Oaks Manor.

MikiCato getting acquainted with his new Small One

first day in his Forever Home.

He became #1 knitting helper

even helped her press the finished item

that evening before bedtime.

Of course he slept on the Baby Dress after she pressed 

Sometime the next morning 

he was taken out for some sun and fun

Little guy did NOT like the tall grass

He was under the cedar tree when I called him

He came at me on the run

Meowring like something was after him

Within a week he was a total house cat

and never looked back.

In short order he took over the duties of 

paper-holder-downer for the Small One

I've never heard a word from her

complaining about the little black spot on her book

or her knitting patterns.

May 2nd of this year he will have been pressing papers and books

for the Small One 8 years.  

Seems the books have shrunk a good bit over the years.

The first hour in house, the little guy hit the sleepy place

Naturally I made sure it was in MY arms

Later the Small One tried to hold him so he could take another nap

But he ran to me.

I felt loved.

I still do.  

Now, though, he doesn't quite fit there.

My lap seems to be the best place for the big rangy House Panther.

Neither of us complain about life much.

We are content.

     As always, I feel loved. 

     Later .....

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