Corelli stays inside a great deal during the cold winter months, although she does venture outside. Her outdoor trips are short but frequent. These photos show her in January watching the neighborhood doings.
Our little girl is growing up, getting independent, no longer running to us for comfort.
She turned 15 in late April, and with warm weather she stays out dawn to dusk, later if she can have her way. She carouses with the neighbor boys and comes home only to eat and sleep, often brushing past us at the kitchen door on her way to bed.
She knows no responsibilities, lives for the moment, pays no bills, and concerns herself only with the joys of each day.
We remember with bittersweet longing how, as a baby, she begged to sleep in our bed. Worrying at first we would crush her in our sleep, we finally relented after she insistently climbed into the bed. During movies she slept on my lap, totally content, warming my legs and my soul.
At times she still joins us for movies, but laps are not an option, and if I stroke her too much she moves to the chair or to another room altogether. Eat, sleep, and cavort outdoors — that is her life.
She is our cat Corelli, and in human years she turned one in late April.
Catster magazine at catster.com explains that cats do not age seven years for each human year bur rather 15 years in the first year, nine more the next, and about eight per year afterward, although outdoor cats can age more quickly. Because Corelli lives part time indoors and part time out she could be biologically older, but I am using the standard age calculation for now. She certainly acts like a 15-year-old.
She is not totally aloof and independent, and she sometimes sleeps on our bed and purrs during petting, but in the main she wants to be outside where the action is. Perhaps when cold weather arrives (the thought horrifies me, with summer having finally arrived) and she passes through the feline teens she will return to her affectionate ways, but you can’t tell with cats. Some love laps, while others show their affection from a distance.
Like any parent of a teen, we are glad for what we can get.
Corelli will turn one year old this week. She is a great delight. She took a long nap after a busy morning annoying squirrels in the rain.
Corelli explored the outdoors this weekend for the first time without my hovering over her, ready to catch her. She mainly stayed in the bushes but for two or three brief excursions a few feet away. She had a grand time and begged for more, but I am not ready to simply open the back door and turn her loose. She tried to approach Chesapeake, but he hissed and chased her away.
Eutzly died one month ago today. I herewith offer a photo miscellany in his memory.
Another entry in Eutzly’s autobiography.
Later that fall the humans, who by then I knew were named John (Head Goat) and Aaanette, needed a lesson in hoof trimming, so we took a trip to see Mrs. Farm. The farm was set back from a rural road on a gravel lane. We drove up a slight hill to the old house, past a big rectangular pasture on the right, and parked by a smaller pasture on the left. The barn and a small fold sat at the back of the property. HG held me, one arm under my rear legs and the other under my front legs, while Mrs. Farm demonstrated hoof trimming to Aannette. I was still young and cooperative, and it was an easy job. Goats have cloven hooves, so each hoof involved trimming four strips from front to back and digging out the mud between the edges. To finish, the front points that…
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Eutzly was my favorite subject when I studied color settings on my new camera a few years ago.
Part 2 of Eutzly’s autobiography.
I was seven months old in April 2003, shedding my shaggy winter fur. My first winter was a good winter overall, and in this picture I’m no longer a cute little kid, although I’m not yet full grown either. All that fresh green growth was a welcome delight after my first long, dark winter. I normally prefer leaves and branches from bushes and trees and garden greenery, especially the tops of garlic and onions, but I’ll eat grass, mostly the wide-blade kind, in spring when little else is growing.
I did have a bit of a rough start, though, during my first week at my new home. The humans bottle-fed me three times a day or so, but I resisted, not wanting to drink the entire bottle. This came to a head a week after I had come to my new home.
On Sunday morning, Oct. 6, Head Goat released…
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Corelli is named for Arcangelo Corelli, one of our favorite composers, who lived from 1653 to 1713. I like his concerti grossi, which feature the string family. A movement from the “Christmas Concerto” was included on the soundtrack of the movie “Master and Commander”. Corelli is quite comfortable with us; she follows us around, at times racing about and attacking our feet, at others just wanting to be close. She slept on my arm yesterday evening and later ran around my library while I wrote journals.