2025. Yikes.
I recall how I felt when 1984 was approaching. Orwell’s fabled date set in the future somewhere was suddenly looming immediately ahead, making it seem like time was flying.
Fast forward 41 years. Now the years are really clicking past!
The cats, though, are taking the transition in stride.
As you can see, in their world, it’s “same old, same old!”
They compete for the shifting spots of sun. Kiko and Bessie bird watch. Kini leads the whole house chases, often with Kiko pursuing or in pursuit. Kali, as the reigning matriarch, usually gets her way, but allows Kinikini to think he’s in charge.
No more “sneak-out-the-door” adventures this week. It seems Kiko’s unexpected foray onto the back deck and into the yard didn’t stoke her curiosity about the great unknown. I guess here early life outdoors took care of that! Whew!
In any case, here they are spanning the week that began in 2024 and finished up in the new year.
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How did the kitties handle New Year’s? My Pepper was losing her mind. A neighbor one street over discovered concussion bombs. Mortar-like, massive, window-rattling explosions. Never heard anything like it in years past. Pepper was so traumatized she refused to leave the bedroom to use her litter box and peed the bedspread. I should have put a litter box in the bedroom and will definitely do so next New Year’s.
We are lucky. The cats were fine. The saving grace for us is that Kahala was relatively quiet, for whatever reason. Plus, we rebuilt my parents’ old house to current buildling codes, so it’s now well insulated and most of the fireworks fade into background noise. And the current cohort of cats mostly takes the sound of firecracker in stride. Kali may be the exception. By morning, they showed no signs of stress. Now fingers crossed that we don’t get new neighbors who are into the big bang approach to the new year.