Before I start, I need to say that Fox and Bird had bloody big paw-prints to fill. Basil was a whimsical, petulant spoilt king who I adored. He’d been with me through so much and I still miss his little furry body next to me in bed. I miss him poking me to wake me up, and I miss his constant chatter. He was a very chatty cat.
So Fox and Bird had to follow in the wake of this great beast, well worthy of TS Eliot.
But they’re so endearing and so lovely, it’s impossible not to love them to pieces.
I worried about them coming here – if they don’t have good road sense, they’re not going to get far. Plus, Basil was so distressed when I first got him, he ran away for 5 days. I worried these boys would do the same. I worried about them with the dogs and with me and with new space.
But they’re brilliant. It’d be impossible to have more fantastic cats.
Fox always leads the way: he’s the brave one. He’s the one who first came in the house and the one who first curled up on the sofa, claiming it as his own:
In fact, he quickly started claiming wherever he wanted to lie as his own, not even caring about silly Tilly – and she’s really glad to have a new friend. She’s so waggy when she sees them, despite chasing them for a couple of days:
Fox is so playful. He spends half his time racing round the garden, sticking his head into holes. He’s caught two mice that I know of and he seems to love catching moths that gather near the windows.
He’s so full of playfulness it’s delightful. Whilst some cats (like Clint, our ex-foster revival) are savage as well as playful, he’s so gentle. He is very happy to be petted and purrs so loudly. He will clean anything that gets near him: hands, dogs’ heads…
Birdie was less confident – and still is a little timid. He spent the first couple of days in the barn, nowhere near as adventurous as Fox, and he would come down for food then go back up again. It took him a while to want to venture near the dogs, but this afternoon he was sitting with Molly and Tilly under a tree – rolling on his back and enjoying their more peaceful company. He’s spent the last two nights getting happier about coming in, and spent the last two nights curled up on my bed trying desperately to wash my hands when I’m trying my best to re-read Annie Hawes’ Extra Virgin – a book about a woman who bought a house in Italy in the 80s – by house, I mean a rustic old summer house up in the mountains. It’s a great book. Whenever I think I’m roughing it, she reminds me I’m really not. Plus, I read it in England whilst dreaming of a life like the one I have now, so it’s so much nicer to read it with a little more sympathy and ‘insider’ knowledge. She’s a great writer.
Anyway, I digress.
My little Bird seems to channel the spirit of Basil, curling up next to me, demanding attention and, fondly, shitting in a corner. He pulls my hand to him to be petted. And that’s where the Basil similarity ends, because Basil would lock on and claw me to shreds, and Birdie just washes my hand.
Birdie got just enough confidence to come in and say hello, and now he won’t leave! What I love about the boys is how they play together and how they cuddle up to one another. They really are the best brothers. I love it how they sleep in Saffy’s old basket on the windowsill, arm in arm.
By far the cutest, though, was when both got into bed with Molly. Molly likes to put herself to bed when she’s decided it’s late. She doesn’t bother waiting for us, just takes herself off and that’s the last you see of our lazy dog. But a couple of nights ago, Bird and Fox decided to join her. Excuse the unmade bed. I’ve no excuse.
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This was fun, LJ…I miss my kitties (who live at Kaylee’s house because Jim and his kids are allergic).
I also never make beds…
Wendy, you never fail to surprise me! I thought you’d be a ‘beds-made’ kind of woman!
We are the biggest slobs ever, LJ! It’s all I can do to keep up with cooking, dishes and laundry for seven…beds are not something I waste time on!
Love your post and the pictures are great too. Unmade beds…life is not about perfection for others to see but about living each day to the fullest. : )
Basil did like to draw you in looking all cute & purring until he chose the exact moment to strike. Both Thomas & myself have fell foul to his tricks over the years.
I still loved to see him on my windowsill though watching the world go by. Bailey has now taken up the same position in the window.
I’m still kind of expecting to get savaged when I go to stroke them – but it never happens… He’s still missed, but you’d love Fox and Bird. They’re so playful and friendly, but soooo gentle!
It’s certainly a hard life being a cat! 🙂
If I were to come back as any animal, it’d be a cat or a dog! Well, one in this house, definitely!! They have an easy life!