I need to get back to blogging. I intended to write earlier today on the 2nd anniversary of this blog, but that celebration somehow slipped by. Now it is 4 in the morning and Mark and I are still up cleaning house and making pies and such in preparation for the visit of his Dad and his wife, Pam. They have never been here for Thanksgiving (well, very few have) so it is a special occasion. They will be down tomorrow from Tyler. They are very thankful, as are we, for the new member of the family– Austin — their new grandbaby. Austin was born a few weeks ago and has been a pretty sick little baby, in and out of the hospital, but he is home and better now. He lives in Washington D.C. with his mom, dad, and big brother Kristofer. I was going to post the sweet latest picture, but sometimes pics in email won’t let you save them and that was the case with this one. Er.
And when I wrote “New Member of the Family” as the headline, I wasn’t intending to write about Austin. I was going to write about Phil.
Phil was born in June and, along with his brothers and one sister, was abandoned at the animal shelter when they were a few weeks old. At the city animal shelter, they destroy animals under 8 weeks, so it was curtains for Phil. That is, until the sweet folks at Austin Pets Alive came along and took him and his family away. They do all they can to find homes for animals that would be euthanized. Austin Pets Alive will put their kittens on display at PetSmart for adoption. Phil was there with the others in his litter and most of them got snapped up, but Phil got sick somehow, possibly from a pet visiting the store. So he had to stay with a foster mom, Margaret, and get better.
Mark had spotted Phil on Craig’s List and went by PetSmart and didn’t find little Phil there. He inquired and found out about his health. We went out to the farm he was living on and visited him a few weeks ago and fell in love. So, we agreed that if he got well and wouldn’t transmit anything to Willie, we would love to have him join our family. Last week the doctor gave the all clear and Mark went to pick up our new baby boy on Thursday.
We did not name Phil. The foster mother named all the kittens in the litter after band members of the rock band Radiohead. We were unfamiliar with the members and asked which one was Phil. Phil is the drummer! How appropriate. I don’t believe in changing a kitten’s name so he will remain Phil. We have called him everything since he got home:Â Little Bit, Baby Dumpling, Phillip, and even Nathan Jr. a time or two. He has the loudest purr I’ve ever heard so we call him Jackhammer sometimes, too.
Since Nathan died, we have missed having a cat curl up at the head of the bed. Willie is quite happy to be near us, but not that near. Little Phillip adores being by our head and I mean BY OUR HEADS. I woke up three times in the night Saturday night with him draped OVER my neck while I slept on my back. That’s close. He seems entirely content to be with us and sticks close by when we change rooms. And then, of course, he jumps up on whatever we are involved in. He has opened windows and changed settings on our computers we didn’t know we had. I worked 30 minutes last night trying to get my home studio to play audio and finally discovered Phil had stepped on the mute button.
Phil, so far, appears to be a talker. Willie has been our talking cat up to now, but Phil seems more vocal. We’ll see if that lasts.
So far Phil has met his Aunt Katie from across the street who will take good care of him if we ever leave home again (and she was ready to kidnap him and take him home on sight) and he met Aunt Terri who lives next door. Other than that, we’ve kept him to ourselves so far, but he’ll meet Granddad and Pammaw tomorrow.
Mark has been snapping hundreds of pictures, but I don’t have them all available to me. We will have to make some videos of his laser-light-chasing and his wrestling matches with Willie. There was some wariness between the two and some hissing from Phil the first day, but they are fast becoming friends and Willie is playing like he hasn’t played in a long time. The first night, Phil had been playing all over the living room with a little toy mouse. After we went to bed, I heard those same sounds from the living room and Phil was with us so I knew that Willie saw that and thought it looked like fun and was giving it a go. At the rate Willie is playing, he just might shed those extra pounds the vet didn’t like on his last check-up.