January 7th 2007 9:06 pm
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Maya came home for the holidays with me for just one day. When Jasmine wouldn't come, too late I realized how silly I had been to have transported one cat to my parents' home when still I had to make trips into town to feed and visit the other (except that Maya got to enjoy my constant company), so I took her home early to keep Jasmine company.
She seemed curious about the resident cat at my parents' home, Foolish, who belongs to my older sister, but hissed if he came too close. My sister stupidly flipped out at me for this and made snide remarks that it was for the better when I took Maya (to whom she snapped, "I don't like you anymore. You're mean") home. They were getting along fine. That's how cats act. Sheesh.
Maya slept on my bed with me that night in the strange home -- surely because I was familiar. She has never been so affectionate before. She even lay on my pillow curled around my head, like a warm, purring hat, for awhile. Though slightly guiltily, I savoured her clinginess.
December 7th 2006 4:35 am
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Jasmine and Maya get to travel with me home for the holidays for several days coming up soon. It will be my privilege more than theirs, I'm sure. Jasmine hates her cat carrier and Maya hates other cats: I'm predicting that there will be trouble between her and the resident cat, Foolish, who belongs to my sister. But, having them with me will make the holidays brighter because I won't have to miss them, as I do so terribly when they're not near. Plus, I am eagerly awaiting the chance to show them off to my family. I'm worse than a new mother, I swear. :)
October 21st 2006 10:19 pm
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When I go out to call Maya, she always waits until I've given up, gone back into the house, and settled back down at my computer (often with Jasmine just getting cozy in my lap) before she comes to my bedroom window and meows. It's as if she's saying, "Okay, I'm here now. Did I miss my chance to come in the house?"
Yesterday Maya killed a pigeon and placed it on the front step for me. It is the first dead, as opposed to non-living, gift that she has brought me. I made sure to praise her for her generosity before burying the poor mangled bird out of her eyesight.
A few days ago, Maya sustained some small injuries in a cat-fight (I suspect) and lay low for a couple of days: sleeping in my towel cabinet at all times during which she was not eating or using the litter box; wailing when she was petted or lifted; and moving gingerly. On the first day, she didn't even come running for meals! Gasp! She ate healthily if not heartily, though, throughout her short spell of soreness, and she sprang back to her normal energetic self in no time.
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