…by my fellow blogger, and likewise fellow Saint Johner — heck, we’re almost neighbors — Gillian, who wrote a little about cats yesterday, I’ll say a few words too about our McDuff.
He’s a very gentle cat … easygoing, patient when I take pictures of him — up to a point. When he gets fed up, he just walks away.
He likes — like most cats — to sit in the window and look out over the neighborhood. We’re up on the ninth floor, so I guess all the cars and trucks most look like just little ants to him. He’s an indoor cat, obviously, and has been so for all the seven years of his life.
From his vantage point he sees the whole north end of Saint John and even a little portion of Saint John River. I don’t think that means all that much to him. His world consists of a two-bedroom apartment, but what do I know … I can’t look inside his mind, even though I think I know him very well. He could be depressed, down deep, for all I know … Maybe he misses the house in Quebec, where he had wall-to-wall carpeting that he could claw and scratch?! Personally, I think he’s forgotten all about it. It’s been two and a half year since we left.
In the house in Quebec, we had a little piece of left-over carpet, that was used in the computer-/TV room to cover some cables on the floor. That was his place. He slept on that little piece of green carpet most of the time when we were in there, and it was also a passage so we had to step over him as soon as we were moving about in the room.
Gerry …. thoughtful as he is … grabbed that little piece of carpet, the last thing he did when we left the house, so we still have it here! It’s still a favorite sleeping place … at least one of them.
This was another favorite spot … the stair up to the mezzanine. That was also a great vantage point … he had full control of all what was going on down there. If his friend Elmer came around, he could quickly run down to say hi …
He always seemed fascinated by the raccoons … curious, never scared or agitated. I miss them, myself.
In closing, I can just say that we love our little guy and I doubt that I’d ever would want to live without a cat. In my younger days I always wanted a big dog, but after each ice-storm — when the streets are like bottlenecks — I’m happy to be the mother of an adopted cat.