I recently discovered that a neighbourhood striped grey cat is actually one of two. They look like twins, or at least I can’t tell them apart, which I guess doesn’t say much.
For a while, in the heat wave, it seemed like Chicken had disowned us as his family.
We have a cat named Chicken and a dog named Super. They are both expensive and troublesome and eat things they shouldn’t and one doesn’t understand the concept coming when he’s called and the other doesn’t go away when you’re eating food.
Now that I have a legitimate reason to take photos of Chicken, I’ve been doing it all the time. Following him around, barring anyone from disrupting me while I’m trying to catch Chicken doing something funny, making strange noises to try and get his attention. To put it mildly, he is not a cooperative cat: my best photos are of him sleeping.
This plague has been an adjustment for everyone, and alas, Chicken has not been immune.
Aside from my hurt feelings that no one wants to see me, the answer to this question is, alas, Chicken has a mind of his own. You can all Super, and 100% of the time, he will come, and you can tell him to go in the apartment or the bathroom or the warehouse and he will go.
One year later, I suppose it's time for an update on our little poultry-flavoured beast, Chicken, as he is officially around one year old! (Birthday details are vague, so we're just estimating here.)
Since getting a cat, my animal knowledge has expanded rapidly, mostly of the inter-species variety. I had had extremely high hopes for Super given his success with the hamster, another small, light brownish-orange, furry thing, but alas, once again, Super is nothing if not a I-desperately-need-your-guidance-and-love type of dog.
It's been a long time! Weeks and weeks ago I wrote about how we were hoping to get a cat for the shop, but I guess with the late winter and cold early spring, cats were late in delivering their litters. But just this morning, we drove off to pick up our little kitten. The name is still to be decided (I took a long time to even name Caleb!), but boy is he a cutie.