A few months ago, a pregnant stray cat turned up at Yellowbird’s house, and she gave her shelter until she had four kittens. Yellowbird named her Lilith, and she’s barely more than a kitten herself; in fact she and her kittens were all fixed at the same time. There was no way she could have five cats in her small house, so she kept the two males and offered the two female kittens to Jae, who lost both of her cats to old age in the past year (the second just a week after we lost Aeryn). That still left Lilith; Yellowbird asked if we could take her as our atrium cat, assuming she could get along with Rocky. So I agreed, and she’s now been here just under two weeks. She staked out her territory immediately, letting Rocky know in no uncertain terms who was Queen of the Atrium, and apparently laying a claim on me as well; whereas she seems merely tolerant of everyone else, she eagerly seeks me out for petting, even to the point of following me out into the paddock. I’m told she’s a good mouser, so that’ll be nice too; Rocky seems to have gotten a bit lazy about it lately, so maybe this will keep him on his toes. Anyhow, she’s been exploring the atrium and the yard, and I like her personality, so I reckon I have a cat of my own again for the first time since poor Friday passed back in 2015. That’s how it is with me; I can’t just replace a beloved pet as some people can, but rather have to wait until it kinda happens. It was four years from losing Sheena to getting Friday, and eight from Friday to Lilith. And given her youth and my age, she’ll probably be the last one I call my own.
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Diary #671
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