Changes (Caturday)

Two cats is exponentially more cat than one cat. I hadn't quite considered this before we got Chee. We used to have one cat, who was at most in one place, wandering around the apartment, ensconced in a lap, indulging in an afternoon snooze, or perhaps chasing a toy.

Now there are cats everywhere. Where you least expect them. On the sofa, hiding among the pillows. Racing down the hallway after each other. Sleeping on my chair when I get up to get a glass of water.

Intellectually, I know. We had one, now we have two. Simple math. But it actually doesn't seem that simple. Because yes, sometimes it seems like we have a hundred cats. But it also seems like we have less real cat than we did before. Mouse is too busy to sleep on my lap all the time like she used to. She's also too distracted to really enjoy a good petting session. And Chee . . . well Chee just hasn't learned to slow down yet. If he ever will.

Chee, in a rare still moment just after a nap.

So most of the cat I see goes by in a blur. And that's fine with me. But yeah, it's different.