I promise not to turn this into a cat blog, but after catching up on the news today and reading about the police beating austerity protesters in Lisboa, Gaza firing rockets (again) and Israel responding with disproportionate force (again), and other unsettling reports, I decided to take a holiday from “real” news.
Hence today’s post. There is a possibility that we may have misnamed our new kitten.
Exhibit A: The kitten in question.
Exhibit B: Puss in Boots from the movie Shrek 2.
Clearly they are related.
However, I don’t recall Puss in Boots being a slave to laps, and Rumple truly is. We are having to teach ourselves to look before we sit, because chances are good that there’s a kitten happily positioned under our lowering butts, waiting for the lap to materialize and not quite getting the cause-and-effect part of the equation. He’s also not getting that bit about humans being klutzy regarding the placement of their feet when they walk.
Since I’ve never had a kitten this young, I’m fascinated by his little brain processes. I was up early this morning, and had Rumple purring in my lap, when my wife stumbled into the living room yawning and wearing her robe. Rumple immediately got huge eyes (I know, you wouldn’t think it would be possible) and curled into himself in a “I am hiding and very small” reaction. As soon as she touched him and he could scent her, he relaxed and resumed purring. I concluded that since he had not seen her robe before, she was a brand new being to him until he could identify her by scent. Sure enough, when she came back into the room half an hour later dressed for work, he showed exactly the same reaction. I’ve always known that cats take in far more information by scent than by vision, but this is the first time I’ve seen it played out so obviously.
Wonder what else he’s going to teach us?