Some of my readers will be wondering, “What about Tilly? How’s she doing?” Very well, I’m happy to report. She has thoroughly settled in to our new house. It’s been interesting to see her develop new habits. For one thing, she’s very much more talkative in Glasgow – just like the people here. Must be something in the water!
One of her favourite places is on the upstairs landing, where her favourite scratching post, brush and toys are. She’s begun meowing at us at certain times of day for a brushing. And we’re happy to oblige. Who can resist?
Some things don’t change; she still waits in the hallway and puts a claw out to hook my or the Dafter’s tights as we pass! She still loves the laundry baskets. Here there are two:
Because we use the ceiling pulley to dry our clothes (especially at this time of year), the laundry baskets are often in the dining room. This is also where my Granny’s rocking chair stays – and Tilly has laid claim to it. We all like to sit in the rocking chair, but if Tilly wants to sit there she makes her feelings known! She either goes to sit on our usual chair at the table, or stands glaring at us. We often indulge her by moving so she can sit there:
Not coincidentally, the radiator in the dining room is one of the warmest in the house.
Very often the laundry baskets and the rocking chair are right next to one another. What does Tilly do? Take turns sitting in one, then the other, of course.
She is still fairly shy about looking out windows – unless I’m in the garden, in which case she keeps an eye on me, or unless I am away from the house, in which case she is invariably in the front window watching for me when I return. She will look out the Dafter’s window if I’m in the room as well. She’s both intrigued and frightened by birds.
We’re hoping to be able to let her out into the back garden this spring, now that it’s safely enclosed. I’ll need to discuss this with the vet. We’ll have to think carefully about a very aggressive Bengal cat from two doors down who believes that our back garden is part of his territory. He happily jumps down into the garden from the top of our 6 foot fence. We’ve been shooing him away, but this generally involves him sauntering nonchalantly past us on his way out. Tilly ignores him when she’s inside (he sits on top of the fence to stare in at her), but an encounter with him outside might be a very different story.
Tilly is (we think) 9 years old, and has been a house cat since she came to us 8 years ago. She was found lost and starving in a very snowy and cold Aberdeen winter, and we don’t know what kind of life she had before that. She seemed to be very familiar with house rules from the minute she came home from Mrs. Murray’s Cat and Dog Home – never jumped on the table, was hesitant about jumping on beds until we coaxed her, and so forth. I wonder if she might have been attacked by seagulls when she was wandering in the snow, hence her fear of birds?
I think she would only want to come out into the garden if we (and possibly specifically me) were there as well, and initially she would have to be well-supervised. Possibly on a lead? She isn’t used to a collar. And she might choose just to stay in the back porch with the door open, which would be fine. But it would be nice to give her the opportunity of a bit more fresh air.
Does anyone have any suggestions on taking this step?
Happy March, everyone!