Sweet, feisty Imp is gone. Little man in his little pants who strutted up and down the hallway with his tail held high. I miss him so. I have dreamt of him and several times thought I saw him in the window when I woke up. (((((sigh)))))
Life goes on. And the others have changed their behaviors. I have to wonder why. Were they being respectful of him and his needs? Or are they merely relieved? Personally, I think it was respect.
Nevertheless, behaviors have changed. Missy Tee is much more "around" and in my face, and at my feet and she is TALKING!!! Most of the night, she is stationed on the floor next to my bed. By day, she is schmoozing and speaking...like never before. She was very "talkative" when we first came upon her, but then not so much. Well, she has found her voice once again.
Scruffy is also more animated and following me around more than ever. After their "breakfast" he comes to the living room and rolls around on the hassock for me to pet him. He, also, is "speaking" more, in his pathetic little high pitched squeak. Other times, he will follow me to the bedroom so I will play with him as I make the bed.
And then there is Percy....big, fat Percy. He decided, quite quickly and suddenly, that he no longer wanted to spend the night in his cage. So, my guess is he was comforting Imp. At any rate, he now wants out. Sometimes he spends a lot of the time on our bed. Other times....I have no idea. Last night....I don't know what happened...I was asleep and I thought a brick had fallen from the ceiling. NO...it was Percy, taking a run across the bed, exactly where my head was and leaving me with two nice scratches just by my hairline. One was bleeding like a son of a bitch....they are both much better now. I don't know, after months of gall bladder misery, then surgery, then pneumonia and finally Covid, do I really need a cat running across my fucking forehead? And part of an ancient tooth fell off yesterday evening, too. I've had enough.
Oh, but back to Percy. He sleeps a lot now in the daytime. He used to be in my lap and wandering around and complaining and wanting snacks. Now...he's sleepy.
At any rate, the behaviors of some of these guys have changed. Notte comes on the bed in the morning now and snuggles on top of me for a bit. That's new. Calzini pretends he wants to be in my lap....but he isn't quite ready, really.
And Lupo? Well, Lupo remains Lupo. Always sweet, always affectionate and just a little bit strange. He is the only one who hasn't really changed in any way since we lost Imp. What does it mean? I have no idea.
None of them sleep in the back room anymore. At some point, I would like to get rid of a cage or two. My babies are growing up.
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