Gregarious Grill

August 11, 2013

There’s a new cat in the household, who yowled the entire hour plus, on the drive home  from Princeton. Luckily I could drown out the sounds of the pathetic “I’m terrified of the unfamiliar rushing wind, and stream of cars zooming by.” Suppose being a single parent hardened me, to the point of detouring from not one closed freeway but five, adjusting alternate routes, and outwitting the insistent annoying GPS woman. What is with her “Recalculating” pitch,

Grill, the new feline, must be on his seventh life by now, scarred, surly, and cantankerous with a dog, ten times his manly size. He is a gynormous cat with a little pip squeak of a meow. Thought he would be more problematic with Tyrus, shifting gears by having to poop in a new litterbox, change his diet, join the City Kitty Club, and hide under the bed for at least one overnight. However, he is curled up on my once black Hamline sweat pants, purring away, testing the nibbling waters, and seems to have settled-in quite nicely. His well-soiled nappy wool blanket will not lie on my clean bed but I doubt he needs the security, at this point. I was feeling too lonely sans a cat and the household feels much more complete with his “bad” self.

While out in the country, Grill preyed-upon Tyrus, jumping out at him around corners and swatting at his incredibly large black nose, the cat appears to have given up the game. For the moment, they are doing a good job of ignoring one another, which is no small accomplishment, given we live in 950 square feet. Eventually, Grill should be able to be outdoors for a portion of the time. There are quite a number of enormous cats in the area so I am not looking forward to the time we test the waters. We will have to start watching “Rocky” films to help Grill build his scrappy strategy.