Halvor evidently likes my car Jackie as a platform for his afternoon nap–or maybe he’s just bored.
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My husband is reorganizing his shop, and Halvor loves watching Vic working there. I came in to check on Vic’s progress, and Halvor, who was sitting on a work table next to me, climbed up on my shoulder. I adore Halvor, so I felt very honored, even though he weighs 16-1/2 pounds, which happens to be 16% of my own weight. Oof–but what can I say–Vic, Effie, and I all think he’s terrific.
Deer constantly graze on our lawn. For whatever reason, they prefer the lawn to our field–but they are beautiful and sweet-natured, and we can certainly spare the grasses and weeds they consume. The light wasn’t right for a through-the-window photo, and they distanced themselves from our house when I stepped out on the deck.
Halvor, Effie’s foster bro, likes sometimes to man my husband’s tractor while hanging out in the shop.
Our first turnip of the season is small, but it will be sweet.
Effie permits Halvor a rare visit within Effieland’s bounds, where they share a hearty embrace.
Effie and Halvor have a bit of a tiff, and he departs Effieland sulkily. I pet him and invite him to come up to the chicken ark with me to check for eggs; he is cheered but reserved.
Our weather is beginning to moderate somewhat. The temperature here at Rabbitbrush and its fenced centroid, Effieland, now exceeds freezing, and rain is expected. Our deck, lawn, and fields, like the hills beyond us, remain covered with high-boot snow. Effie has patrolled her holdings off and on throughout the day, but for the most part has chosen to remain indoors, napping, moving between nap venues, looking out windows, asking to be let out but remaining in while she contemplates the advantages of both sides of the door, and snacking.
Halvor loves his tenancy in the shop, where he has a stack of blankets for a bed, food and water, and a litter box. I check on him and let him out for a while when he desires to go out. When I see him sitting at the shop door again, I let him back in. He has it pretty good here, and I’m glad he seems to know it, because I am happy he likes hanging out with us. He is courtly toward Effie, and she appears at times to adore him. At other times they seem chagrined with one another. Who knows why. . .
The expected rain arrived, propelled by deep-toned gusts of wind. Effie is indifferent; she is indoors, after all, without risk of compromising her comfort. She often finds strange comfort in opening cupboards and banging them shut. It’s a Cat Thing; I wouldn’t understand, not even after a year and a half with Effie and 17 years with Coolidge, her predecessor. There are certain things that cats do, and I have no idea why they do these things.
I am convinced that cats teach in their sleep, and they also teach while their people sleep. Cats I have known have found it most important to teach me who they are, that I am blessed with the incredibly good fortune of having them in my life, and what they require of me. They will also devote a portion of their curriculum to their food preferences.
Cats are really pretty straightforward about the parameters of shared lives. They rule with finely honed claws in soft fur paws. They also possess keen teeth. They also sleep, look out the window, and look up into their person’s face as if they beheld an epiphany.
Don’t be fooled. Just feed your cat when she first yowls near her bowl; lay off grooming her when she first commences shredding your hand; do not administer a playful tummy rub while she is sleeping—and no one gets hurt. . .See how easy life with cats can be? ^-.-^
Effie, our Northern Idaho-born cat, does not like the current wind chill factor of 29°F. The plucky prairie native has had to take up indoor interests, when she would doubtless prefer to be in Effieland, her fenced garden dominion, menacing juncos and finches. But she is not big on wind.
We had a pretty active catnip-mouse toss going while I was doing a couple of homekeeping tasks. Then she demanded to be let out and let back in several times, her favorite interactive activity with her people; and finally, our Feline Recreation Director indulged in her favorite indoor activity.
Well into her nap, a startling thunk! hit a dining room window. It sounded like a small meteorite. There was Halvor, leaping at the window, begging desperately to be let in! Our well-favored red tabby neighborhood cat looked desperate, but he had never before been interested in an indoor-cat gig.
Earlier, I had given him a bowl of kibbles on our back porch, close to the house and out of the wind. He finished them off, and I thought he had left. But here he was, demanding and bold!
I called my husband to ask him whether I could let Halvor into his shop where our dory is under construction. Halvor loves being in Vic’s shop with him and watching him work. He has his own blanket on a shelf, where he can doze and observe. Lately Vic has even let Halvor spend the night alone in the shop. He has been fine and has left things alone. Still, I wanted to make sure it would be all right and clear of hazards.
Of course Halvor could stay in the shop, out of the wind. We don’t know how old he is, but he seemed old and rheumy six years ago when he started hanging out with us.
Not to be outdone, Effie demanded to go out in her yard. Then she balked, but got close enough.
Neighbor cat Halvor hangs out at our place a lot because we feed him, and he loves watching my husband work on various projects in his shop.
Halvor and Effie have yet to hit it off. When our elderly, terminally ill indoor cat Coolidge was with us, we had always welcomed Halvor in the garden. When Coolidge passed and we adopted Effie nine months ago, we decided she could be outdoors with us with a halter and lead. I wanted to make sure Halvor would not be competitive with Effie, but our new kitty was not a hit with the dominant male who was well over twice her weight. We made him remain outside the fence until we knew he’d accept the new mistress of what he considered his garden.
Effie wanted initially to be through-the-fence friends with Halvor, but Halvor hissed jealously. I would no longer permit him within the garden, but my husband and I remain his friends. I suppose I would assess Halvor to be a companionable-feral type.
In addition to alienating Effie, Halvor has demonstrated genius as a catcher of gophers, a skill requiring a very great deal of patience. I actually think his greatest gift is his harvest moon tummy.