The Little Pack » The Cats

Lazy Saturdays…

Holly — Sun, 20 Sep 2009 14:01:31 +0000

… are my favorite. We sleep in, well, actually, I should clarify. We attempt to sleep in. Like clockwork, Cheyenne and Dixie are ready to roll around 7, sometimes 7:30. We argue over whose turn it is to deal with them, take them out and try to keep sleeping. However. They have other ideas. Before we know it, we are grudgingly getting out of bed, making coffee and trying to wake up. Soon we are drinking coffee, chatting, surfing, and hanging out with the whole pack. Cheyenne and Dixie are in and out, in and out. Dixie is soon woofing for food. Jackson is bringing me a toy. But it is a nice reprieve from the week.

I can use this as a bed

Holly — Sun, 20 Sep 2009 04:01:17 +0000

The animals often curl up in inappropriate places. Here Baby Titten feels inspired to sleep on my laptop sleeve. Its entirely possibly that the laptop was recently on the sleeve, therefore making a warm place for her to curl up. She is the ultimate spot stealer, often appearing out of thin air to take our places (and the dogs’ as well!) when we get up, and loves to curl up on the (formally) clean laundry right out of the dryer for the warmth.

Homecoming

Holly — Thu, 17 Sep 2009 02:12:51 +0000

I love coming home to all my animals. Sometimes I can see Cheyenne’s silhouette from a half mile away, her ears visible even at that distance. Sometimes Jackson is in the yard. When he sees me he rejoices, and takes a wide lap around my car. He runs around to the driver’s side door and I open the door and he sails into the car, over my lap and lands in the passenger seat, tail a-wagging and we drive into the garage. I am greeted with barks and yips and a cacophony of celebratory sounds from the other side of the door. “Hold your horses, I’m coming!!” I say. As soon as I open the door, there are more tails wags, hops, kisses and wiggles and regardless of my mood, it is absolutely impossible not to feel joy at this welcome. The cats soon seem to appear out of thin air, weaving in and out of the dog’s limbs, looking up at me with their sweet faces and it is in these moments that I realize how blessed I am.

Mornings

Holly — Wed, 12 Aug 2009 02:45:32 +0000

Mornings are a special time in the Little Pack household, packed full of sweetness and celebration. IO very often greets me with nose nibbles and headrolls. These are clearly joyful acts. Once I start to stir, Jackson and IO will often begin to bark and carry on with celebration while Cheyenne races back and forth next to the bed, wiggling all the while. Archie waits at the bedroom door and purrs the moment he sees me. Everyone races down the hallway. Baby Titten sits on the arm of the couch and burrupts as I walk by and I pat her on the head. Dixie speeds ahead into the kitchen and leaps and twirls around, woofing. She wants a morning snack. Archie also gallops into the kitchen, bounds up onto the counter and waits by the sink for me to turn his water on. Meanwhile Jack rejoices that he found his favorite toy and asks me to throw it. Sometimes IO lingers in bed a little longer, catching a few more zzzzs before strolling out to the living room to wait for a few last bites of my breakfast. All of this takes place while I am on autopilot, still in stupor. I am not a morning person, in fact, I can barely function when I first wake up. It occurs to me just how sweet these waking hours are, and how ironic that it all takes place while I am still too unconscious to fully treasure and savor each moment the way that I would like to.

My Favorite Things: Baby Titten

Holly — Sat, 08 Aug 2009 04:07:59 +0000

I love her determination. Once her mind is made up, she will not give up. Ever. It’s not so cool when she has her mind set on my sandwich or a drink, but the determination itself is admirable.
She is very brave. Our little warrior kitty. When she has had enough from the dogs (and she puts up with a lot, trust me), she lashes out at whoever is tormenting her. I have seen her chase down Cheyenne on more than one occasion, and to review, Cheyenne is 40 pounds to BT’s 15. And Dixie(who is a warrior in her own right)… well, let’s just say that BT is certainly unafraid of a dog smaller than herself. I have seen Dixie running away from Baby Titten many a time, with BT giving chase and just letting her have it the whole way.
All of her vocalizations. Every one. The pathetic, the furious, the purrs.
The way she sometimes stalks me down the hallways. Usually I crack up and break the spell, but sometimes I am able to able to pretend as though I haven’t noticed what she is doing. When she finally reaches me, she doesn’t know what to do with herself, and tries to act nonchalant, but instead just awkwardly stands there looking really guilty while simultaneously trying to shrug it off, as if to say, “What? Who me? Oh, you must be mistaken. I wasn’t doing anything.”
She may be a fighter but she will put up with more from me than anyone else.
Her devotion is doglike. Especially to her string. (But to us as well).
She can contort her body into the smallest, most unimaginable positions to take advantage of the tiniest bit of sunshine.
The dark brown in her coat is the color of hot fudge, and the light brown is the color of butterscotch.
The way she waits for me to get out of the shower in the morning, stands right by me as I dry off, and then complains that she is getting wet. She does this to my husband also.
She is unapologetic for who she is. So when I think about it, she is truly a very strong female role model–yeah, yeah, say what you will–but she knows what she wants, she goes after it with an unflagging will, fights for it, and never regrets her actions. Seems to me there is plenty to admire in that. And quite honestly, I do.

My Favorite Things About Archie

Holly — Tue, 04 Aug 2009 00:13:02 +0000

He greets me each and every morning. And if I sleep in too long, he cries… and if I still sleep in too long he begins to knock things over. And if I still sleep too long he races sideways through the house making a “greowl” sound: half growl, half meow. OK, so most of this behavior is actually kind of obnoxious. But all of these actions are rooted in his love for me and so I just find them all the more endearing.
His purr-coos.
His soft, soft fur.
The way he waits for me at the screen door every single time I take the dogs out. Awww. Sweet.
That he likes his belly rubbed.
The way he sleeps on his back with all four paws in the air.
His little games: whether he has a mouse toy, a bottle cap, or a paper clip, we are talking about hours of endless entertainment.
The way he plays in the running water in the sink and the fact that he only likes the way I turn it on. He literally snubs the faucet when my husband attempts to turn on the water for him.
That he comes when I call him and follows me around the house like a dog.
His big, round eyes and his absolutely meek innocence. He embodies a sweetness that is impossible to describe.

Boots

Holly — Sat, 25 Jul 2009 03:33:14 +0000

Since his haircut, we have started calling Archie “Boots” and this picture illustrates why. At 17 pounds now, he has come a long way since the early days. As a baby, Archie personified sweetness in a little ball of fur. So tiny, with baby fine fur and the tiniest paws. He slept on my neck, and would put his little paw on my nose. Perhaps I was snoring, I don’t really understand it. The fur on his paw would tickle my nose and wake me up. This was the beginning of his “purr-coos”: purrs so loud and content, it sounds as though he is cooing.

Pack Dynamics

Holly — Sat, 18 Jul 2009 01:25:46 +0000

The pack dynamic is interesting to observe. Jackson hates Cheyenne, and Baby Titten and sometimes even Archie. This has everything to do with his possessiveness and insecurity with me. Except that you will find him occasionally bathing Baby Titten. He loves IO and Dixie and will put up with almost anything from either one of them. Cheyenne lives to provoke, well, anyone, but particularly Jackson and Baby Titten. Her and Dixie are like peas in a pod but they bicker like sisters. More and more Cheyenne is getting the nerve up to challenge IO’s authority. Dixie bosses Jackson and Archie around. She mostly leaves Baby Titten alone, as Baby Titten will chase her down, and I think she is actually slightly afraid of her. Dixie tangled with IO exactly once. Archie and Baby Titten have a complicated relationship. They fight often, and yet they snuggle together often. During times of tension—if Cheyenne is acting too big for her britches and IO begins to warn her, Jackson and Dixie will quickly begin to stand guard, at the ready to follow IO’s orders. Further, if any single one of them perceives danger, it only takes one to lead the charge, and they all come running. Cheyenne need only make a peep and Jackson is there in a heartbeat, ready to defend her, us, and the rest of the pack if necessary. As much as they all argue and squabble with each other, at the end of the day, they are a pack and will protect each other at all costs. One time, Jack got into a scuffle with a dog next door that was literally about 3 times his size. That dog pinned him like nothing. Within moments the other 3—IO, Cheyenne and Dixie—were at his side, determined to protect him and willing to take on this horse of the dog. Even more telling, Cheyenne loves this other dog and has played with him on many occasions. But her pack is her pack and she was there for her Jack. It was a normal dog scuffle, nothing more than a tiff really, and the melee was soon broken up. But the incident shows just how deeply pack bonds go and how superficial their spats really are. It really is a bit like watching a big family interact. This living breathing organic web of love we call our little pack.

Archie’s Recycling Adventure

Holly — Fri, 17 Jul 2009 02:27:29 +0000

After accumulating several boxes, one day I decided it was time to recycle them. I carried several broken down boxes out to the truck, and had a very difficult time holding onto to them. I was completely perplexed as I continued to practically drop the boxes and had to keep readjusting them. When I got to the truck I started to put the boxes in the bed when suddenly to my surprise a little 5 or 6 pound orange fluffball fell to the ground. And this perfectly illustrates the difference between Archie and Baby Titten. If this had happened with her, she would have been gone in an instant. And if I had the good fortune to catch her, I would have had serious puncture wounds. Archie, on the other hand, just laid there. At the time, I admired my superfast reflex to scoop him up, however, in retrospect, in all likelihood, he probably would have just laid there until I helped him. I held him close to my chest, my heart ready to pound out of it as what happened slowly sank in and I realized just how close I came to accidentally throwing him in the dumpster and losing him forever.

I realized afterwards he had been playing his little games, discovered the boxes and thought this was a perfect place to play.

Treasure Trove

Holly — Sun, 12 Jul 2009 15:42:05 +0000

Yesterday I vacuumed underneath my dresser for the first time in obviously too long and was startled to discover a treasure trove of the animal’s most prized possessions:

5 tennis balls
2 mouse toys
1 mini tennis ball
1 hanger
3 bottle caps
1 sock
2 furry puff balls (originally the feet of some toy)
4 bones