The Rest of The Others

Today I return with the aim of completing the introductions which I began yesterday. There are two members of the House of Seven Cats left to mention. I will begin with Nigel, who is a son of mine from my fourth litter.

One would think that a mother and her only offspring in the home would be close, but it pains me somewhat to say that Nigel and I are not particularly so. Don't get me wrong, we are on cordial terms, and will even share a nap time on occasion. Nigel is a very good boy, quiet and a little on the shy side, and the least "demanding" of us all, or so say the serving staff. I suspect that my own residual feelings related to Nigel's origins are partially to blame for the lack of outward affection between us.

Nigel

You see, during the period of my life before the birth of Nigel and his litter mates, I had been going through a very difficult stage, thus some bad choices were made. One of those was Nigel's father, a common street cat, with whom I had but a fleeting romance of one torrid afternoon. Regrets? Well, yes, I suppose I do regret the liaison to some degree. I do try, however, not to be too hard on myself for this momentary indiscretion. After all, who among us has never made a less-than-desirable choice at some point in their lifetime? Suffice it to say that Nigel has been a good son, and thankfully takes more after his maternal side than the other.

The final occupant of our home is also the newest, having been "adopted" by the serving staff this January last. Winston is but a kitten of not quite seven months, and so allowances must be made. Besides being a rather shocking shade of orange, and with stripes to boot, Winston has displayed the rambunctious nature of a youngster since his arrival, and thus has been less than pleasing to me, as I prefer the more sedate and tranquil attitude of a well-mannered adult feline. He has made quite an attachment to the other males in the house, and I am hoping that they will impart to him the proper codes of behavior in due course.

Winston

Before I conclude my literary efforts for the day and retire to my early-afternoon nap, I have been asked by my maid to include a reference to her website. I must say, she has spent considerable time in constructing it, to my frequent annoyance, as I have been kept from my own computer use due to her obsessive need to complete this project. And so, I mention it here and refer you to the link, placed on the upper left of this page in an effort to placate my maid and put the matter to rest.

I thank all of you for stopping by, and do leave me a message as it is a delight above all things in the measured routine of my daily life.

Leia