Warmest greetings to you, cherished Rocky Family!

I say warmest because—at least up in our corner of the world—this entry into Spring gave us approximately One (1) Perfectly Warm Week.  It wasn’t quite a week, but close enough.  The windows were opened, the breeze so inviting – Rocky basked in the sights, sounds, and sniffs for those few heavenly days.

And then we went straight from False Spring to Second Winter.  The windows had to close—for now.

Unless the pollen-y sneezing deceives me, I have hope that the warmth will return.  Rocky does, too; he cannot truly perform Neighborhood Watch without all sensory signals being fulfilled.  Aside from internally pleading with the skies to be a bit sunnier, Rocky’s world has been blissfully uneventful, even if those warm rays won’t shine the way we’d like them to.  Rocky enjoys the days in his wall-eyed ways; whether it’s a temperature drop into a wintry reminder or the window-pounding rain, he just continues on doing Rocky Things.

Napping in accordance with cat law takes place in clips of many consecutive hours.  Rocky and Zelda are both leaders in meeting their daily nap quotas; they often act as littermates might, tussling about with each other and then cozying up in a cuddle puddle of legs and noses tucked into various shades of striped fluff.

Following last month’s update, further proof of this has been obtained!  I can rarely tell who nabbed the perpetually inside-out bed first, but I always stop to enjoy the sight of our beloved Long Boi curled up alongside Zelda and her gratuitously floppy stripes.  The binge nap sessions together are usually replete with bliss so bountiful that neither takes notice of my little observational intrusions.

Continued diligent training on feeding locations for both has allowed Rocky to remain zeroed in on his medicated food; he prefers a quiet spot to eat at his leisure, preferably in my presence.  For a cat who will fiercely hunt and pummel his kitty toys, he will also frequently refill his internal tank reserve of soft and sweet voices as the soundtrack of suppertime.  Zelda, conversely, will gladly eat at any time, at any level of room activity, and with any atmospheric volume.

For as unbothered by noise Zelda can be, Rocky exhibits extraordinary alertness.  A fleeting thought of making the bed will prompt his presence atop it as he utilizes his body to blockade any bed-making progress in order to procure deep cheek rubs and belly tickles.  His hours napping out of sight can quickly cease if one is inclined to play a game or watch television.

Attention is demanded when he deems it so.  The humans are the servants, after all.  (Gladly!)

These moments—the silly, the cuddly—they’re all possible because of your generosity.  With great appreciation and until next month.  Stay dry, stay warm, and—hopefully—not too sneezy!

 

Your correspondent,
Carrie