Paladin keeps a lot of his toys in a cat bed. Evidently he intuited the bed’s actual purpose, removed his toys, and climbed in for a nap. I think he likes his bed as much as his toys, at least by the end of the day. On the other hand, Paladin, a tabby with thrifty Scot genes, may simply want the bed to be dual purpose, for toys and for naps.
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I heard of the Scottish wildcat and saw a photo of one that looked a lot like Paladin, at least in a reasonably familiar way. Unfortunately, he is not the perfect type. Any white in the fur of a Scottish wildcat is considered a defect. Paladin of course has white paws and tummy, so his resemblance or blood alliance is defective. Who cares? The cylindrical tail with black pointed tip is identical to the wildcat. Paladin has a gravelly voice more like a growling wildcat than like a house cat. His voice notwithstanding, Paladin is a sweet house cat, though he and Effie can get into brief, yowly, claws-out tiffs, but they never hurt each other.
Click the link below to see photos of Scottish wildcats.
Is Paladin a Scottish wildcat? Nah. He’s an American kitty. But he looks like he’s somewhere in the line.
Halvor: I promise I will not drive the tractor until I get my license.
Grapes: We will ripen in summer and we will be delightful. You will have many pounds of us from many vines.
Paladin sits on a window sill, looking out toward farms, subdivisions, and basalt hills. We see them very clearly, but the glass collaborates with the bright sunlight to virtually erase what we see. The sunlight and window also conspire to cause Paladin to appear green. For the record, the room is green, Paladin’s eyes are green, and his fur is not green.
He is amazing. I am persuaded that Paladin would be able to carry close to his own weight in his toes if he had to. Paladin has five toes on each of his front paws. Four toes is the usual, but some cats have seven.
I had just completed vacuuming our home in an hour and 20 minutes. Paladin was outside and looked with pitiable aspiration to come in. I let him in with a rag towel ready, as it was muddy outside. Paladin dodged the rag towel and hurried in. He ate a few bites of food and headed for his litter box. I scooped the one lump from the litter box, disposed of it in a plastic bag, and took it outside to the trash.
Next, Paladin made his rounds between his food in my den and Effie’s food in the dining room, which he regularly raids. The litter between his toes was everywhere. Bits of litter formed a trail from my den, across the hall to my husband’s den, then onward across the living room and into the dining room to Effie’s food.
I hauled out the vacuum again and followed the Great White Clay Trail until it was no more. I took an ibuprofen. Paladin accomplished his indoor errands. He ate his food, he ate Effie’s food, he used his litter box, and he spread kitty litter across his four-room trail.
What a clever laddie Paladin is, and with such commodious toes.
Rain is falling, hard.
Effie has a way of napping in her chair, through rain and almost everything else.
Paladin seeks cover under the bed.
Effielanders Effie and Paladin refuse to leave their grounds and come into the house when it’s a mere hundred degrees outside and their water drippers are providing only very warm water. Paladin naps, and Effie walks around drinking warm water. They seem not to mind in the least.
Effie finds a bit of shade in some grass, intermittently drinking warm water without flinching.
Paladin rests in a small patch of grassy shade by a pot of fresh growing catnip. He’s not punch-drunk; the sun’s in his eyes.