Yesterday I had the task of taking a self-portrait and writing a short bio for a freelance project I worked on that's coming out soon. To my great surprise, Sophia jumped up into my lap while the camera was on a timer. She never does that. If she looks uncomfortable it's because she doesn't like being held. I was so pleased to see her that I had to give her a little squeeze. It's a big deal because I'm not sure I have any real pictures of the two of us together.
I thought it might be a good time for a little Sophia update. She was very sad after Seymour's passing. She would alternate between sitting at the window all day, staring into space (waiting for him?), or she'd be hiding in the basement or garage, sleeping. (This wasn't the Sophia I knew. The Sophia I knew would follow me around all day, prancing from room to room, happy and playful as can be.) Now she would barely eat, which I've come to find is dangerous for a cat. This went on for a couple of months....
Until! Until we brought her home some friends from the shelter I volunteer at. Two teeny, tiny sibling kittens, who've done their best to chase away the sadness and give us a good old time. We had to give them a very slow introduction to Sophia as to not upset her. We wanted them to be lifelong friends, not sworn enemies. It took a lot of patience for all of us, but I'm glad we didn't rush it. We kept them separate and approached it from the angle of something I learned in a Child Psychology and Development course in college--gradual desensitization with positive reinforcement. (Cat treats!) If it sounds like I'm nuts and over-thinking the whole thing, then you wouldn't be alone in accusing me of that. But all I know is that it worked, and I wish we'd done it with Seymour and Sophia back in the day so that they got along better.
Honestly, Joe and I were still mourning Seymour and not quite ready for kittens, but we got them for Sophia's sake because I was so worried for her. Our house felt sad, lonely, and just weird. Now Sophia's back to eating and hanging out on my ironing board. In fact I have 3 cats on the ironing board now. (I don't actually use it, it's always occupied. I just iron on my work table.) The kittens have brought wildness and fun back into the house, and we've fallen in love with them along the way. It's hard not to when you wake up every day to find two teeny kittens nestled together in your arms. They drive Sophia a little crazy (let's not forget she's a mature lady of 6 years old), but she seems entertained by them and so much happier.
I'll post an introduction to the kittens soon, as well as maybe a Jenny update too.