Litha Moves On and Roo is a Free Woman

Litha went to her new home today. A perfect placement where she will be given more attention and a healthier diet than I have the time and energy to provide.

TangaRoo got the okay from her surgeon to go outside. He’s very pleased with her progress. Yesterday, she began pulling stitches out, so his work today was minimal. She is clearly excited to be with her clan again and using the outdoor litter areas.

We are back to two litter boxes, Puffer’s dishes have been returned to the kitchen, the heated bed is stored for now, and the other cats are coming into the studio for snacks. Puff is still a little suspicious, keeping an eye out for a little attacker. In the last few days, Litha went from small kitten to big kitten. Jumping, pouncing, turning in mid-air, and galloping. Attacking, puffing up sideways, and hiding under things to avoid the hissy wrath of Puff. She soon figured out that if she pretended she wasn’t really trying to get close to Puff, she could. Go for the shoe right near, or bounce over to the chair, or run through the hallway within inches.

Like all grandmothers, I believe each of these beings is special. Litha, however, has a quality about her that reminds me of Monkey Gurl’s presence and something too that strikes of Bonsai’s delight in life. Her new person says she has some of her last cat companion who died after passing twenty. Who knows how accurate we are, but she does hold the gaze, which is not something I have seen in very many cats. It’s as if she is familiar with this realm, familiar with the fun and spirit of being an earthling, and familiar with serving the joy of embodiment.

Again, who knows. This may all reside in my imagination, which doesn’t make it any more or any less true than other concepts of what is going on.

I feel relieved to have less responsibility to attend to right now while simultaneously feeling the absence of her playful presence. As for TangaRoo, I am happy to see her setting out into a gloriously sunshiny day after a downpour in the night. Her doctor says in about a month the muscles should have developed in a way that will allow her full functioning again. She got very agile in the last few days, running about with Litha, climbing the cat tree, playing with toys a bit. The only real danger is if she jumps down from over five feet or so, and then it would be a strained muscle that could be treated with baby aspirin.

Oh-Oh has returned too. The cat-vine must have informed him that Litha has cleared out, Roo is set free, and the studio is in open house mode again. He moved to the neighbors for the last two weeks, but before I knew that, I sent a friend to the animal shelter because I didn’t want to be on their radar so soon after the last cat-bailing. Today, upon his return, he strutted in and settled on the top of cat tree as if no time had passed since he was last here. He looks a little beleaguered--not his sparkly self. But he happily went around to my visiting friends for pets and little nips on their toes and seems content to be back on the diet I offer.

Puff has done her inside and outside rounds to be sure all is ship-shape. For the moment, things are more or less as they were. What I see, though, is that flexibility is the key to enjoying all these shifts in balances. Changes can happen in an instant. It’s a law of the universe. Something tips the balance a different way and the world looks different. Litha has moved to a new world and is reportedly settling in with ease. Like Monkey Gurl, I think she will take change in stride. There is something refreshingly clear about that way of meeting life which I hope to get the hang of. I too want to be a free woman.