Life is approaching a new normality here at the Manor.
I say a new normality as I don’t expect things ever to be quite the same as they were.
While they aren’t exactly curled up together, Penny and Cat seem to be accepting this new normality. There are no longer standoffs. There has been little evidence of claws or blood. Cat is no longer hiding under the table. The door between the front and the back of the house is now left open and both animals are free to roam.
I had forgotten what life with a cat is like. We used to have a couple of moggies way back when but have just had dogs for the last twenty odd years. I had forgotten how noisy and quiet they can be. Noisy in the sense that Cat occasionally hollers at the world for no apparent reason, and quiet in the sense that he can appear without warning on my shoulder of the back of my chair, thereby scaring the shite out of me.
Cat has a fascination with the Great Outdoors. We haven’t let him out just yet as Herself is afraid [probably with some justification] that he won’t return. He does have the freedom of the house however, and I discovered this morning that that extends to the foundations under the extension. I had to extract him somewhat forcibly by threading him between the central heating piping in the bathroom where the pipes disappear into the gloom beneath.
There is a peculiar relationship between Cat and Penny. Each wants to be friends with the other but each wants to be top dog [or cat]. Penny seems to be winning at the moment as she has chased Cat a couple of times [in fun, but I’m not sure Cat is aware of that] but I have yet to see Cat chasing Dog. Generally Cat just wanders around the room jumping from shelf to table to counter-top to window ledge [I had forgotten how three dimensional cats are] while Penny looks on with mild curiosity. The floor seems to be Penny’s domain while Cat rules everywhere else.
The swelling on my left arm has gone down and my fight index finger is beginning to regain a semblance of normality [though it still looks like my big toe]. The scratches in general are healing nicely. I mightn’t bother with a Tetanus injection.
And so life returns to a vague semblance of normality.