12 December 2009
cats don’t speak human, unfortunately

Filed under cats

We don’t live in Toronto anymore. We are staying with family north of Toronto while we renovate our new house in Maple. Maple- sounds sweet, cozy, and Canadian, eh? Love it.

My poor cats. We stopped sleeping at our house last Saturday.  All day long the world as Newton and Weasel as they have known it was being taken away. It must have been so confusing. The moving of the cats was probably the saddest part of the move. That evening they were scared and hiding. We finally got them into their carriers after much trouble, and into the car. It was me and my sister in law, and another friend, and a ton of stuff. The car was packed to the gills. We dropped Dave off and started the journey to our new life. You could feel the emotion in the car- excitement, expectation, sadness, regret.  It felt so . . . Christmassy.  A warm car packed with stuff, driving home on a winter evening. Quiet conversation between a couple passangers, the others being sleepily soothed by the voices, occasionally meowing quietly through the darkness, looking for reassurance of some kind.

Newton and Weasel (Newts and Wease) , brothers, were born at that house. I found them under the front porch while we were renovating a few weeks before we moved in. They were only six weeks old. I think they’ve always been pretty happy little fellas.  We let them outside when they wanted- until the streetlights came on- and they basically had the run of the neighbourhood.  We had a tree in our yard that we called “the cat tree”, I’d love to know what kind of tree it was because cats loved it! In our neighbourhood their were a zillion cats, including a feral cat colony up the street. . . Toronto has a serious feral cat problem. All the local cats would come and climb and rub their faces all over that tree. If you looked closely, you could see cat hair all over it.  It provided a lot of interesting action for them and for us. We would see many relatives in amongst the neighbourhood cats and name them accordingly- Old Man Newts, Chunky Newts, Chubby Wease. They had as much of a community as we did.

We’re temporarily living in a house that already has two cats, Tinka and Pepe. We were all nervous about what it would be like bringing the four cats together. So far it has been uneventful, they all avoid each other. True to their personalities, Newton thinks he owns the place and Weasel has been sticking to himself. They think our bedroom is their new house. I was hoping that maybe they would be more friendly and attached to Loenne, as she is from home . . . so far not so much. She however, loves them! Loves all things cat related, whether it’s real or a drawing in a book. She gets really excited, yells, laughs- it’s amazing, and perfect. 

I wish I could tell them what was happening, that we are moving to a bigger house with more cat height windows and places to sleep and hide. I hope our new neighbourhood is as cat friendly as the old one, that they don’t bother the new neighbours too much, that they figure out quick where their home is and continue to come when they are called. I should really figure out what kind of tree that was and plant one.

Our boys.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

2009-12-12  ::  adrienne