Life After Buff

Even though the tragic loss of Buffy at Thanksgiving was heartbreaking and horrible, we both knew that we would, when we were ready, adopt another kitten.

We still miss you, Buff

Getting a Kitten for a Cat

One of the things we realized about Buffy was that she didn’t want/need a feline companion, but of course we only realized that after we got Buffy a feline companion, a lovely little fella named Eliot.

In spite of Buffy being entirely non-interactive with him, Eliot remained affable and happy, even though he spent an inordinate amount of time trying to get Buffy to play with him.

Don’t tell Buffy, but our butts are touching

In hindsight, we understand that we handled the introduction of the two cats rather badly—we rushed it, and Buffy wasn’t ready. But gosh Eliot was so cute, and why wouldn’t my cats be mutually affectionate and snuggle up together?

Apparently, there’s a process involved in making that happen, and we did not follow the process.

And even if you do follow the process, there’s no guarantee that you will have cute-cat-calendar companionship.

Getting Another Kitten for Another Cat

When it was time to make a teeny tiny addition named Milo to the household, we knew we had to go more slowly with the introduction, even though one of the reasons we wanted a kitten was because Eliot seemed so friendly and, well, big-brother like.

When we brought Milo home,


Eliot was on his perimeter patrol of the yard, so they didn’t meet.

I wonder…who else lives here

We helped Milo get acclimated to his “Sanctuary Room” (aka my office), where he would live until all interactive feline emotions and interactions were, as they say, good (which in cat parlance is completely pejorative). Such a tiny thing, Milo, the room seemed very large, and so quiet—  no cat/human siblings crying/shouting/gobbling up all the food. He tumbled about for a bit (“Huh, it seems I have four legs…”) then curled up and went to sleep.


Milo had a very very loud cry when he woke up and found himself alone in the big room, louder than you would expect a teeny tiny thing to be able to make. By the time of Milo’s cry, Eliot had returned from his duties and was curled up on the back of the couch in MSPG’s office. An interesting thing about cats: they might look like they are in the deepest, most undisturbable sleep but when something attracts their sleeping attention, it’s like they were always awake.

A Meeting of the…Cries

Immediately Eliot went to the closed door of the Sanctuary Room and sniffed and scratched. Then he made a loud and uncharacteristic sound, a cross between a cry and a command. Who knows, really what cats are saying…

Eliot’s vocalization stopped Milo’s crying. I have decided to think that when Milo heard Eliot he realized he wasn’t all alone, but again, we’re talking cat-ification, of which I know nothing.

Eliot stared at the door,

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then ran downstairs.

So much for our presumed alpha cat.

A word about how we found Milo

Milo Suetonius Barney MacFarquarson and his five siblings were born in a car.

A very nice young mother and her young children living in a third-floor walk up took in the kittens and the mother, even though the very nice young mother was not the owner of the car.

The very nice young mother believes that the mother cat used to live with people, as it was very good with all the humans living in the home, and was house-trained

Having an extra seven mouths to feed, even if they are small cat mouths, is something that I imagine stretches this family’s resources, but  you can’t put a price on goodness.

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