Sometimes we take Loki outside and let him explore the yard. He can actually run/sprint now that he’s lost some weight, but he doesn’t run outside because the feeling of the grass on his paws seems to weird him out.
This is the Loki Strut.
Pictures as promised! Phoebe and Loki are already Friends 4ever. She’s taken to lying on top of him or snuggled up next to him, which Loki tolerates with his whatever attitude… until he starts licking her head, which makes me think that he enjoys having a little buddy with whom to cuddle.
Phoebe likes to attack Loki’s tail, and instead of just walking away when he gets annoyed, he now fights back a little. Keep in mind that she weighs less than 4 pounds and he’s about 20 pounds. She has all her claws, he has none… so you think we wouldn’t worry too much. Except we’ve see Loki bite Isis (our other 7-year-old cat) on the head and leave some pretty serious gashes. Yes, he opens his jaws and spans his bite from under her chin to the top of her head.
Phoebe has made some uncomfortable okay-now-I’m-in-pain cries when he has his weighted paws on her and nips at her… but Ben and I are impressed because he seems to know that it’s okay to nip at her in play, but not bite her head just yet. I think that this relationship is good for both of them.
Isis, however, is still skeptical of Phoebe. I think it revolves around her jealousy of Phoebe’s special kitten food. She’s played a little bit with Phoebe recently, though, so friendship may not be too far off. She’ll never be as cuddly as Loki, but her aloofness (Catness, really) is part of what makes her who she is.
I never pictured myself as the cat person I’ve apparently turned into. I always loved animals… had cats and dogs and gerbils and rescued-from-the-yard wild birds and cottontail bunnies… but now, with only cats (and probably also because I have no kids) I find that my love grows stronger every day. Except the days when they wake me up before my alarm clock…
