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Watching D'Artagnan grow up, I've thought how wonderful it must be...to be a young, healthy cat coming into his full strength and abilities in the Spring.
D'Artagnan's 'birthday' is April 29th...it's an assigned date of convenience, seeing as how I don't know his real one.
It matches up closely enough with the "about 10 weeks" he was at adoption...and it's the same date, only one year later than Finnegan's, whose birthdate I DID know.
So...Spring. Season of changeable weather, including T-storms.
A spring thunderstorm (a Kaminari...had a kitten named for this phenomenon, as she had all the wild, joyous energy, predictability- and common sense...of a spring T-storm) blew through here the other night.
It came riding a very high wind, and there was a lot of energy in the air. Even I could detect the 'coming rain' ozone scent (innit lovely?), and the younger cats- the boys...were just WILD with it.
Think of teenagers getting ready for what they just know is going to be an incredible concert or something similar...except nobody was looking for shoes, or shirt, or 'hair product'. They were all over the house, chasing each other and nothing, spatting, hissing...
"Mom! Wimsey's hogging the bathroom and I gotta GO and Riktor keeps TOUCHING me!" "AM NOT!" "ARE TOO!" "GOTCHA!" "MOOOMMMM!!"
Finally I'd had enough.
Open the door..."You guys want to take this outside, get it out of your systems?"
Out into the dusk, a very high wind, no rain as yet, but the smell of it almost intoxicating...Oh, you bet they did.
ZOOOM out the door goes my Oreo Posse (one white and two black cats). I look out the window now and then, and I swear, they are dancing with the wind, chasing, jumping, and having a WONDERFUL time. Made me wish (not for the first time) for a new host body, one that would allow me to go out and take as much pleasure in the wind, the rapidly-dropping temperature and equally-rising energy... the advent of the Spring Thunderstorm.
I DID that sort of thing, back when I was younger and lighter and the arthritis hadn't kicked in...and it's something I'm glad not to have missed doing. Call me crazy (I'm used to it), but I sometimes wonder if they're sentient in their own way...a T-storm can be an INCREDIBLE (albeit terrifying) dance partner.
My days for that are over, but Riktor and Wimsey are in their prime. They know how this dance goes, and how to judge the 'temper' of their partner...how long to accompany, and when to gracefully yield the floor and watch the solo with accompanying pyrotechics.
D'Artagnan however, in a manner of speaking was on his first date.
I had the window closed. It was a bit too chilly, and these rapid shifts in the barometer leave me feeling creaky enough without drafts. There was a banging on the window...D'Artagnan's distinctive 'knock' (they all have their own "Open the window, please/dammit" signal).
I opened the window, and a very miffed, disgusted, and above all wet black kitty slithered in, SHOOK himself, and then furiously began licking his fur into place.
Poor D'Artagnan...he'd failed to recognize the signal of his dance partner that it was time for him to yield the floor and let her solo...
and she'd dumped her drink all over him.
Riktor and Wimsey came in later, fur slightly damp (it was raining pretty heavily by then), but nothing like the soaking D'Artagnan had experienced. Judging by their expressions (smug), they'd enjoyed the show immensely.
I'm guessing they also laughed their furry little butts off at him when he got drenched, because he smacked both of them with a (still-damp) left hook.
Next time he'll know...
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