I've been adopted, besides being married

[minxy]

I am enjoying having married person words to describe my spouse. I don't know if i can describe the essential lack of difference between being married and not except that other people are not confused anymore when you say "husband" or "wife". It makes so many things simpler.

I didn't understand that about marriage, I think. I supported marriage for anyone who wanted it, but I didn't think I wanted it. I'm not sure I respect this big difference in people's treatment of the person who has been in my life with essentially this level of commitment for 5+ years, but I understand now. I understand why this is easier and why I think it should be available to any folks who want those words.

Anyways. That is not the point of this post.

The point is that a cat has moved in. Ignoring the negotiations of the humans involved (or who think they are making decisions here), a cat has decided he is my cat. I thought he should wait and meet my spouse (see above) before deciding, but no. Cat moved in, essentially 1-2 days before E came home. He loves E. Cat (aka "Tristan" if that is, in fact, his name) has frolicked so happily, and snuggled so vehemently, nightly, that we were not sure what to do with a cat that had no limits to personal space. All scritches were good scritches! ALWAYS. I... what?

Day 2: he climbed all the way into our laps.

Day 4: he flipped the switch while lying between us on the couch, having bounced back and forth for hours getting various types of strokes and pets and scritches. I feel like we've established that the cat does have needs and lines one shall not cross.

I missed having a little soul around the house, happy to see us and pleased to snuggle and tell you all about his day doing cat stuff. What a wonderful little dude.

Comments

[rydra_wong]

Welcome "Tristan"! He sounds like a very wonderful cat.

Where did he come from? Did he just arrive on your doorstep? (I have known this to happen.)

[minxy]

He was living next door, but started hanging out with us any time he could manage it, inside or outside. Eventually we just unblocked the cat door and he had free reign of the napping spots during the day as well. His previous family decided to live in an teardrop trailer and travel the country for the winter (with another cat and dog). They asked us to look out for Tristan for six months when he ran screaming (not really) from the trailer until they return, but we are not sure they are the type to actually return. Maybe?

Tristan has certainly made himself at home, though. And he can purr like a champion. Meows like a mouse, though.

[rydra_wong]

I feel Tristan has made a good decision, if he is not so much a trailer-travelling cat.

Most of his tail is black, except for the very tip.

[minxy]

I am under no illusion that the decision was ours; he definitely decided this was the way to go. He is currently deciding whether we are able to learn any more wonderful human tricks besides "feed the cat his preferred cat food" or "everyone hang out on the couch and snuggle the cat", like, perhaps, "take off this bell collar".

He has markings like a Holstein cow. I want to call him Holstein now, but he does seem to answer to Tristan (this cat comes when you call him! From anywhere in the neighborhood! Our previous little furry guy would... sort of check you out when you called him. In case it was important?)

[archersangel]

Meows like a mouse, though.

we've had cats that squeaked more than meowed. we even had this one cat who didn't meow at all for a couple of years, but found his voice when my mom accidently stepped on his foot & he let out this kind of long squawk/screech. afterwards he would coo like a dove or a pigeon instead of meowing.

[minxy]

That's fabulous. Tristan's vocabulary has seriously expanded to trills and rolled r's. The odd chirp and warble too. I think it's because we mimic the sound back to him often, so the conversation progresses. Or he thinks we sound funny and wants us to do it again.