I have now taken possession of my new domain. It is acceptable, although it clearly contains areas to which I am not being given access, which is of course Wrong, as I am a Princess and should be allowed my own way at all times. The selection of toys is pleasing, although the time devoted to waving them for me needs improving. Several areas have been offered to me as places to sleep and I am taking time to decide which of them is most pleasing to me. The food is regular, if unimaginative. When I first entered this domain, fresh chicken was provided, which was good, but subsequent meals have proved to be more ordinary. I feel this needs work.
This domain appears to contain two other cats. They are not at all up to my standards. When meeting my new subjects I expect to be greeted with ear-washing and an offer of a game. Neither of my two new subjects seems to understand this. One of them -- the beige one -- has clearly not been well-brought up at all. When I indicated to him that I was ready to receive his homage by batting his tail and then putting my head under his chin for the ceremonial lick, he used language that I can only describe as unacceptable. Of course, I did not reply in king, because I am a Princess. The other one -- large, grey and spotty -- seems very stupid. When I offered him my head to wash, he ran away and when I issued an invitation to a game, he hid behind a cushion. It is natural that he should be awed by my majesty, but I do expect my new subjects to overcome their trivial fears and accept my attentions gracefully.
The new minions are... acceptable. The male one insists on doing something called work which means he is not available to wait on me on demand. The female one is somewhat better, but further training is indicated, as she seems to believe that it is allowed to leave me without company for minutes at a stretch. I intend to devote part of my time today to teaching her how to serve me correctly as the amount of fuss, play and general obedience is not yet as I would wish.
Once proper behaviour has been installed in my minions and subject boy cats, this place should, in my opinion, prove satisfactory.
This is Kari: little blue girl is settling in well and is full of beans. Nothing about being in a new environment seems to faze her at all: the major complaint is that she doesn't have full access as yet to the whole house. (This was her view in the car, too. Movement and noise: fine. Being shut in a carrier: unacceptable.) Ish is not impressed with her at all (though he's very interested in her food): he managed to get into her room while I was feeding her, and she invited him to play without any fear at all. He rather disgraced himself by hissing, and is giving very dirty looks at the dining room door. Horus is deeply suspicious. The dining room shouts at him! There is a new very small cat and she wants him to wash her! Run away! Panic! I'm hoping he will get used to her soon and be willing to play -- he's showed no aggression beyond some fur-prickling, which is standard with him when he's nervous. Ish is probably going to take rather longer, but he is preferring to issue 'Keep your distance!' warnings to her, rather than anything more active.
She is very confident and friendly, and has a huge purr. She doesn't see why she can't have my attention all the time and yells every time I dare to do something else. I'm contemplating calling her Violet, after Violet Elizabeth Bott of the Just William
books, as she is the most imperious little cat I have ever met.
And she is, naturally, utterly adorable.
Skirt of the day: long blue batik print.( Collapse )