Oh No We Named The Cats

We think we have confirmed the number of cats we are seeing around the place. There are two adults, who come around in the morning, just to come around and yes perhaps they are hoping for something good to happen. The grey one hardly spends anytime near the house but dances and prances out by the pagoda. The white, black brown one sidles up to the house and lays in the gardens and cleans herself. She is nervous but when I look her square in the eyes, she returns that contented blink, that bit of faith that I will do her no harm and perhaps do her some good

In a hopeless gesture, perhaps driven by the fact we decided not to feed the young ones last night, we named them. The friendly, delicate athletic brown, black, and white one, we named Majdouline. I believe the larger version of her is the mother of all three young cats we are seeing. I have seen the mother climb the trees in the gardens with the same aplomb we see Majdouline demonstrate. MAjdouline amused herself last night by leaping first up to the window sill, a good meter plus, and then leaping back and forth from the sill to the outside table. Very graceful and obviously fun for her.

Her companion for the evening was the white and orange tabby. We named him Jinane, which is the name of the house. He sat on the floor by the table watching Majdouline and was envious enough to want to give it a try, but alas decided against it. When Majdouline decided to fly up a tree, again Jinane was thinking about following her and when over to check out the situation. But he remained on the ground and decided to do a little grooming. The fact that both little ones didn’t seem desperate to be feed, no meowing or begging behavior of any sort

We didn’t see the third young cat, the grey one, and this made me worry a little. In a land that was strange to me and perhaps somewhat strange to the newly exploring cat, I imagined the many dangers he might be exposed to and fall victim to. I hope to see him again, ad a few times more before we leave. We have named him Fes. I moaned after we named the cats about how now we would have to find places for then in our suitcases. Bonnie wisely said in her best Babe voice, that they would probably ask us “Could we bring along Mom?”. We then had to explain the movie Babe to Doris who had never seen it nor remembered hearing about it. With it’s themes of abandonment, miscommunication, and triumph over deceit and the smallest most sincere reward, I think she would like it. We will have to introduce her to it