In Cat Years, That’s…

Thanks to those who wrote, wondering where we were. No, in spite of Minkey passing his fifteenth birthday (which is really old in Siamese years – about 77, according to this chart) we’re both still alive and kicking.

2010 was a year of relentless loss after loss, both big and small: ¬†From the old TV set packing it in to having to leave our little cabin in the woods and move in with my son… who has a big tabby male cat named Beauregard. (My camera is one of the many things in my life that Died last year, so I don’t have a photo yet, unfortunately.)

Minkey and Bobo’s days go something like this:

  • 5:00 a.m. Wake Grandma (yrs. truly)

    7:00 a.m. Cuddle respective owners during morning coffee in living room and flash smug glances at each other

    9:00 a.m. Race round house for No Apparent Reason, occasionally bumping into each other

    9:10 a.m. Discreetly use each other’s litterbox

    10-noon Disappear into separate bedrooms for snooze

    12:05 p.m. Complain that the fresh water isn’t fresh enough. Persist until Grandma changes it (again)

    12:10 p.m. Eat own lunch.

    12:13 p.m. Switch: Finish each other’s lunch

    1-2:00 p.m. Sleep together angelically.

    2:05 p.m. Wash each other affectionately

    2:20 p.m. Disappear for several hours

    5:00 p.m. Play with toys. Have catnip orgy. Eat dinner

    6:00 p.m. Mooch under table/raid counter (they take turns. And neither did this before moving in together.)

    7:00 p.m. till bedtime: Have minor tiff. Sleep (about a foot apart). Compete for owners’ laps.

    11:00 p.m till 5:00 a.m. Hunt each other. Scratch, claw, bite, hiss, pin each other down, thunder all over house, play at “War” on respective owner’s beds, use owners as trampolines…

In other words, they seem to be having fun. And in spite of all the nightly teeth and claws from Minkey and throat-ripping from Bobo, neither has a scratch on them: At its worst, it’s more like exasperated mother cat and bratty kitten (with Minkey being the bratty kitten).

I must say, since moving in with Bobo, Minkey seems about ten years younger (in cat years).

Must be all that exercise!