Trixie thinks Boo’s pillow technique could use some work, that he’s sort of missing the point of pillows, but our tuxedo has always marched to his own beat. He had been curled up beside me, he’s been snuggled up a lot this fall and is sleeping on my legs as I write this, I’m not sure if it’s because with the cooler weather I can turn off his nemesis, my ceiling fan, or because he’s always liked to rotate around his sleeping locations.
It’s the time of year to repost one of my favorite images, from 2009, Emma and the tree she loved too much. Of all the loves through all of time I think none was as pure as her love for this tree. It only had to survive 7 years of her affections as she died far too young, but even so we decided when we left Portland that after a couple of decades it was time to say goodbye to the bedraggled old thing. We went without a tree our first two years in Arizona but I put up the new one last night, holding back a few tears thinking of how much easier it is to assemble without a black cat jumping into its branches before you can even piece it together.
Seeing Trixie on a pillow is as rare as seeing the sun in the desert sky, but not so her brothers. I was surprised to see Boo on the pillows a few days ago but the unusual is par for the course with Boo, I only get worried when it’s been a while since I’ve seen him sitting in a new spot. The next day I found Sam doing the same on a different couch, if I was a little surprised by Boo I was very surprised by Sam, he usually moves between his favorite spots but this was a new one for him. Last night Trixie climbed into bed with me which she never does so either the old cats are learning new tricks or the universe is coming apart at the seams.