Sophie has given us loads of adventures over the years. We were concerned when I moved from Niagara Falls to Waterloo for school, but she transitioned nicely. She loves to travel in the car – completely happy to hang out on Ian’s lap or lounge on the centre console. But even in her old age, she’s rather spritely…chasing after unseen spirits and scratching on the carpet in a strange running and stopping pattern. We’ve been lucky with how healthy she’s been. She does like to throw a curve ball at us occasionally…she decided that she would rather like to explore outside of our cottage on a trip to Quebec last year. She’s not an outside cat. After about 36 hours of worrying, searching the surrounding woods, and writing up a sign in French to display in the area for a missing cat, she decided to appear from under the cottage. We’re not sure if she explored the area, didn’t like it and returned to the cottage, unable to find her way back inside, or if she was under there for the whole time, but either way, she’d finished her adventures and returned to us. Thankfully.
In the summer of 2009, we discovered a lovely little gal that would hang out in our backyard. We fed her, and called her Mel. We were concerned that she was very small and wanted to help her to find a home, as Sophie likely would not have accepted another cat into our household. After a number of weeks of begging, my brother and sister in law said that they would adopt Mel. We brought her down to Niagara Falls with some goodies like a cat bed and toys, and settled her into her new home. A couple of weeks later, my brother called to let us know how Mel was…well…she was pregnant. Oh boy. Our good deed was about to multiply!
Mel gave birth on August 31 to two kittens and September 1 (my birthday) to the second two. Rather than leave my brother saddled with five cats, we adopted two of them. Pretty good considering we didn’t even think Sophie would be happy with one. The second oldest of the litter, a calico, was to be named Brit, and one of the two born on my birthday, an orange and white guy, would be named Jemaine. Some of you may catch the Flight of the Conchords reference (and may also connect that back to Mel).
We brought Brit and Jemaine up to Kitchener shortly after Ian and I got married – the week of our mini-moon. They adjusted quickly to the new surroundings and we introduced them very slowly to Sophie. Ian built a cat wall in the basement so that we could keep them in their own area, while allowing Sophie to understand that someone new was around. Shortly after, we integrated them into the rest of the house, and by Christmas, everyone was sleeping upstairs.
Sophie still doesn’t particularly like Jemaine. She tolerates Brit. Both kittens are fascinated with Sophie. They don’t understand that when she runs away from them, it is because she wants to be rid of them, not that she wants to play. For the most part, they leave each other alone, but there are times when we catch them all hanging out together.
It’s funny. They all have very distinct personalities. I’m sure I’ll speak more about them in other postings. But for now, I’ll leave you with some of my favourite pictures…