Note: I am not a cat person!
We were gone for a week visiting kin in San Diego, and then we spent last week at the farm trying to get the place ready to inhabit before October flies by. Poor Huck and Lana.
Huck and Lana are the family cats. Huck (actually Huckleberry) is the big grey tabby/white colored cat I adopted from Angela after they spent a month or so with us during last year’s quarantine/lockdown/everybody-stay-home fiasco. He just acted like he didn’t want to leave — so he stayed. He was originally an Arkansas cat, saved as a kitten from a worn-out chair on the carport at a relative’s home. He’s a big, sweet, cuddly boy that loves being the center of attention — especially when we’ve been gone for a while.
Lana is the sweet (?) — and quite bossy — little gray tabby that came to us from Arizona when Amy and her crew moved to California and couldn’t have pets in their apartment. When Amy said she didn’t know what she was going to do with Lana, Laura said “If I had a way to get her here I’d take her.” Well, Laura’s niece just happened to be passing through Arizona on her way to Missouri at the time, so Lana hitched a ride with Sarah and, voila, Lana became a Missouri resident. She sort of rules the roost when it comes to her interactions with Huck. She is in control of each situation and she lets him know it — in no uncertain terms. I think it is fair to say that Huck is afraid of her.
They have it pretty lucky, even when we are out of town. Either Bethany and her crew come by to make sure the cats are fed and well, or Angela stops by to take care of them periodically while we’re gone.
When we return from our travels, it’s all about catching up.
Huck just wants to be cuddled and petted. It’s once again all about him.
Lana, on the other hand, waits until Laura sits down and then crawls up into her lap, snuggles a bit, and then bites her. I guess it’s payback for Laura being gone, or a reminder of how important Lana thinks she is, or just a simple way of saying “Welcome home!” Whatever it is, Laura is aware of what’s coming and always tries to be ready for the interaction.
The cats are, for lack of a better term, lap critters. They help make our somewhat empty nest feel more like a home, and they warm our hearts more than a little.
By the way, did I mention that I am not a cat person?