Monday, June 4, 2012
On June 1st Susan and I welcomed the gorgeous little munchkin you see above into our life. He is 10-weeks old and we've called him Reggie after one of our favourite UK sitcom characters, Reginald Perrin. I could bang on for hours about what a beautiful bundle of energy and cute mischief he is, but it would say nothing that has not been said a billion times before of the joy of kittens. However, in the four days he's been with us he has done one thing that could be interpreted as quite extraordinary. It was an action, however incidental and innocently unintentional, that seems the perfect way to introduce Reggie, but we can't help consider it to be pretty spooky!
As can be seen in the photo, book cases line the wall opposite our bed. On the shelf in line with the edge of the bed sits a knitted figure of a cat. Susan created this a couple of years ago as a representation of our dear Eddie, who passed away a few weeks ago. Susan being Susan, she included some of Eddie's discarded fur in the plush Eddie's heart. On his first day with us, Reggie spotted the yarn-crafted Eddie and sat looking at it for a while. Some time later he leapt from the bed on the bookshelf it sits on, walked up to it and with one tap of his tiny paw, knocked it onto the floor. To date this remains the sole time he has jumped onto that bookshelf, or shown any interest in it.
Isn't that weird? It's so symbolic and, to us, naturally rather sad, but the facts are that Eddie is gone and Reggie is here, so the latter's action, driven only out of curiosity, certainly illustrates the way of things now. And from this intriguing beginning, we embark on what we hope will be a long and beautiful companionship with Eddie's successor.