Did a little bit more riding than I did the other day, without pain. I think I'll be ready to resume regular riding soon.
Yesterday, though, I didn't ride. I was welcoming the newest "addition" to my family.
Stephanie, who rescued Marley, brought him to my place yesterday. So, naturally, I spent the day home so I could welcome him and ease the "transition." Actually, Max is taking it pretty well.
Right now, my new family member seems to have two speeds: sleep and "charge!" As soon as we released him from his carrier, Max tried to play with him. And, all through the day, Max tried to make friends with him. It's been a bit more than a month since Charlie died, and Max seems to have been starved for feline attention ever since.
As my new friend is a "rescue" kitten, I can understand the nervousness and skittishness he felt yesterday. I can also understand his need for sleep.
When Stephanie kept him in her apartment, she called him "Charlie." Not only is that the name of my recently departed; it is also the name of a cat--also gray and white!--I had before him. So, I think I'm going to rename him. For now, I'm calling him Marley. I've read and seen "Marley and Me," but more important, I have recordings of just about everything Bob ever did. My new friend doesn't particularly remind me of him, but I figure neither of us can go wrong with that name. Plus, I like the sound of it.
Speaking of sound: I thought I heard a mouse squeak. Turns out, it was Marley crying. I've raised only one other cat from kittenhood--my first Charlie--and remember him crying that way, too. What do they say? Big boys cry because they are always, at heart, little boys.
I don't know whether I'll ever try to carry Marley in a basket. I never tried that with Max or my second Charlie because they were big when I adopted them. However, I took my first Charlie on a couple of rides when he was still small. When he got bigger, he wasn't too keen on riding in a basket. But, his being home was one more thing for me to look forward to at the end of every ride! That's how I see Max's presence now, and how I will most likely see Marley's.
Yesterday, though, I didn't ride. I was welcoming the newest "addition" to my family.
Stephanie, who rescued Marley, brought him to my place yesterday. So, naturally, I spent the day home so I could welcome him and ease the "transition." Actually, Max is taking it pretty well.
Right now, my new family member seems to have two speeds: sleep and "charge!" As soon as we released him from his carrier, Max tried to play with him. And, all through the day, Max tried to make friends with him. It's been a bit more than a month since Charlie died, and Max seems to have been starved for feline attention ever since.
As my new friend is a "rescue" kitten, I can understand the nervousness and skittishness he felt yesterday. I can also understand his need for sleep.
When Stephanie kept him in her apartment, she called him "Charlie." Not only is that the name of my recently departed; it is also the name of a cat--also gray and white!--I had before him. So, I think I'm going to rename him. For now, I'm calling him Marley. I've read and seen "Marley and Me," but more important, I have recordings of just about everything Bob ever did. My new friend doesn't particularly remind me of him, but I figure neither of us can go wrong with that name. Plus, I like the sound of it.
Speaking of sound: I thought I heard a mouse squeak. Turns out, it was Marley crying. I've raised only one other cat from kittenhood--my first Charlie--and remember him crying that way, too. What do they say? Big boys cry because they are always, at heart, little boys.
I don't know whether I'll ever try to carry Marley in a basket. I never tried that with Max or my second Charlie because they were big when I adopted them. However, I took my first Charlie on a couple of rides when he was still small. When he got bigger, he wasn't too keen on riding in a basket. But, his being home was one more thing for me to look forward to at the end of every ride! That's how I see Max's presence now, and how I will most likely see Marley's.
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