No, Gabe. It wasn’t Miss Bea who tattled on your kitty chasing ways.
Homer in the Golden Hour
Scout and I continue our morning adventures. The weather has been beautifully cool and crisp in the mornings. But the water was still comfortable enough to dip my toes in for a bit.
Scout is doing great. I was hoping these walks, far from our usual routine, would take my mind off Bixby. Walking through the neighborhood, everyone always makes an effort to say hello and often comment on how much they miss Bixby. Me, too.
So, we needed to get away. And away helps me notice things about Scout as we work together. She relied heavily on Bixby as her guide in the world and she’s actually struggling to find her way without him. These explorations have been good for us, I can see where she needs more confidence and also where she needs a bit more training. She followed Bixby’s lead in most things, which worked well for us, he loved having a groupie and she was just a breeze to train because of it. But now we have to find our footing without him.
She’s outgoing on walks, not afraid of much, but can be timid with new routines or new experiences, like walking in the river. It takes her a bit to work up her courage, but she gets there. We get there. Before we know it, she’ll be alpha dog. Leading the way, bowing down only to her kittehs, whom she adores.
She’s still not playing at home – no tug, no fetch, a few zoomies. But she loves going on drives and is happy to snuggle on the couch. And she is ridiculously happy when the neighborhood kids come to visit and when she’s allowed to go out the front door, unleashed, to greet people, trusted to come back when she’s called. She knows it’s a big deal to earn that trust and it gives her hyper tail wags.
This little guy is doing his best to mend my heart after the sudden loss of Gabe.
This morning I walked into the cat room (i.e. the guest room, LOL) and found this in his bowl.
He added toys to his meal. This made me laugh and reminded me of my sweet Tuxedo Jake, who killed a slew of my stuffed animals each night at a great volume. I miss that. So this was a happy sight. I removed them, BTW and five minutes later, they were all back.
And I’ve never seen a kitteh who is so happy for a belly rub! Flops over for rubs all the time and we are happy to oblige.
Sully, you are good for the soul.
Scout and I have gotten into a rut since we lost Bixby, so I decided with the cooler (ha!) weather, we’d expand our explorations.
As long as the weather holds out, we are going to explore a different open space each week. I was thinking we would find a different one each day, but this morning’s destination proved to have an abundance of trails we can explore over several days. So we’ll play it by ear with each location.
Can’t wait for tomorrow morning to see where the next trail will take us.
It’s staying dark later these days, but Gabe keeps a tight schedule.
The ducks show up often at the patio door and stare in. I’ll open it to see what they want and it always feels like they are judging me and I come up inadequate. Their poorly feathered, slightly awkward flock mate. LOL
No matter what else is going on, most days I can say my ducks are in a row.
“Scout, show me your bone!”