No matter how much the cats fight, there always seems to be plenty of kittens. Abraham Lincoln

A really slow week at my place tigerwise. The weather gave us a touch of fall for 3 days and the tigers figured that was a signal to just sleep between meals. Or push books around and knock over the water glass on the dining table as I’m reading. Nagi nudged a stack of books and dumped a full glass in my lap the other evening. I’m beginning to feel a little like Foghorn Leghorn with Nagi as my little chicken hawk. Also thinks I’m his personal rag doll.

Kismet has pretty established herself as Queen. For a 17 year old she’s pretty spry. My phone, answering machine and phone books sit on one of those little typing tables we had when we used typewriters (remember typewriters?). It’s a little high for her to jump up on but she has no trouble jumping from the dining table to the phone table. Had to put a stop to that nonsense so I put a chair partially under the phone table with a box next to it so she could step up to her favourite spot of the moment. The chair back is high enough to keep her from jumping from one table to the other. Igraine, Maste, Skoshi and Nagi, though, jump right over it.

I do wish I could teach Kismet to tell time. It’s okay for her to start bellowing for breakfast when the alarm goes off at 6 during the week but on the weekends her biological clock doesn’t match up with mine. I hate getting up in the dark on weekends. Feurae, who I could not get to stay on the waterbed, now plops down beside me just before Kismet starts her breakfast demands. They’re so weird.

Maste is in my lap with his happy feet. Every pair of pants I have, long and short, have a section over the left front pocket that has been reduced to threads due to Gigi’s kneading over time. Maste is her replacement. He’s just the happiest little guy. As soon as I sit down he usually jumps right into my lap and starts kneading. Wants his head rubbed. He’ll sit in my lap as long as I let him.

Brutus is coming out of his shell more each day. Still shy around me but gets along with the other tigers really well. His current favourite thing is as monorail kitteh on the back of one of the couches.

Share your tiger stories with us. Old, new, we love ‘em all.

I’ve met many thinkers and many cats, but the wisdom of cats is infinitely superior. Hippolyte Taine