Miracles of miracles, Titanescu continues to grace us (occasionally and when the stars are properly aligned) with grooming and purrs. It’s a low sound, somewhat uneven and with breaks in-between, an unfamiliar language to him like broken English.
You can hear it in the evening mostly when ambient noise is low, making me wonder if he manages to purr now and then throughout the day without us hearing. It’s so quiet you can’t feel it as you pet him. Although truth be told, you have to pet Titanescu very lightly. And only in certain spots. The rest of him is a mine field.
But he does like to rub his cheeks on hands and fingers, even grabbing a hand with a surprisingly strong paw to do so. On a more serious note, we are watching him very closely for potential signs of dementia: the other night, he sat on the table where Rudha-an was working on TARS (her laptop), when without warning, cobra-like, he lunged twice and bit her head. Why? No reason. What movie is playing through his head?
And hey, here’s something else he’s discovered: how to be extra annoying in the morning demanding noms. He’s found a hollow partition next to Rudha-an’s pillow set, and he hits it repeatedly with his (again: surprisingly strong) paw making it sound like someone was pounding at the trailer…
Whatever is going on, that cat has real style. Let the pictures speak for themselves.
this is Texas, more specifically, DFW, you CAN see the air around you most of the time. it’s gray or yellow. 🙂 Titanescu has had a lovely home with you and you will do your best to see he remains as happy as it’s possible for him to be for as long as is possible.
Well I hope the adage “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger” is going to prove true in Titanescu’s case with the newest addition.
john muir … Audubon Society and Sierra Club founder (or one of them) and some pretty cool quotes. so i’m fairly familiar, although not completely so with him. more than some and much less than others, probably a LOT less than you 🙂
One of the first books I read in adult section of the library (I was about 7 years old) was a biography of Muir. When I was 4 and 5 yrs old we hiked parts of the John Muir trail. When I saw how close his home was to the doc’s office, it was like yelling “squirrel”. A lot of people get upset that his home was so big and “wasteful”, but it wasn’t. He didn’t build it. His FIL built the home. It makes sense that he lived there rather than off in the sticks. It’s hard to deal with Congress and Presidents and whatnot if you’re in the boonies. 🙂