Sonsie and the gang

A few weeks ago, I started my post with ‘Sonsie’s been with us a month now

If one was to ask me now how long Sonsie has been with us, I honestly wouldn’t know because somewhere along the line we stopped counting. First, we counted in days and then in weeks and then for some reason we stopped counting. Sonsie is well and truly part of the family now and who counts how long a family member has been around? Nobody. One celebrates a birthday and that’s about it.

The resident cats have fully accepted Sonsie and their reactions vary. Instead of putting the spotlight on a particular cat by age let’s look at them by size.

Greyson

The biggest of them all is undoubtedly Greyson. Greyson is, for lack of a better word, a friendly but lazy cat. If a mouse were to walk past he would lazily open one eye, wish it a good afternoon and go back to sleep. If I were to ask him to catch that mouse, I can just image his reaction ... You want me to do what? Catch a mouse? Oh dear, that sounds tiring. I’d have to wake up, get up, and chase the bloody thing, with no guarantee that I’ll be successful. Better let it go. Live and let live.

So when it comes to Sonsie, it was a case of … You’re new here, aren’t you? My name is Greyson. Please to meet you.

Halley

As gentle as Greyson is, Halley is a bit of a rough sort. She’s used to playing with Nic and thought she could do the same with Sonsie. More than once we had to call “Halley, not so rough, Sonsie is just a baby.” When chased, Sonsie would slip underneath my bed, under a chair, or jump on Dieter’s or my lap for protection. Not that she’s helpless, when Halley gets on Sonsie's nerves she turns the tables on her with an almighty hiss.

Halley is complicated to begin with. When we want to pet her, she pulls away as if to say … don’t pet me, I have a headache. Yet, when one of us goes into the bathroom, she follows or scratched to be let in, and then she turns into the most loving cat. She parades around and wants to be petted, and petted, and petted some more.

Halley and bugs … oh bugs don’t stand a chance. When Halley sees one, get out of her way because she goes in hot pursuit and would go over corpses to get it.

Holly

Another complicated case. With Holly, you more or less have to see which way the wind blows. Sometimes she’s the most friendly kitty, other times she wants to be left alone. Holly considers herself the queen bee of the group and as such is a bit of a prima donna. On the other hand, Holly is the most loyal cat you can imagine. She sleeps with me, on my pillow, every night. No matter where she is, or what she’s doing, when she sees I’m getting ready for bed, she comes with me and stays the night. This is both nice and annoying. Holly snores you see and believe me, she has quite an engine on her.

How is she with catching bugs … well, we had a fly in the house once and she threw it out. Literally. One moment the fly was flying, the next Holly gave it a smack that landed the fly on the balcony. It was smack with the message ‘Get out and stay out!’

How is she with Sonsie … hm, I don’t think she likes kids, so she just ignores her. Maybe things will change once Sonsie grows up.

Nic

Nic took to Sonsie the day we brought her home and he’s been her best friend and protector ever since. Then again, Nic is everyone’s friend. While the others go running and dive under the nearest bed when a stranger comes into the house, Nic sticks around and rubs against their legs. I’m quite sure if a burglar came in he would welcome him with “Come on in, let me give you the tour.”

With Sonsie he’s her constant companion, where you see the one you see the other. They eat together, play together, and sleep together.

When they play it often gets a little rough. The members of the WWF could learn a thing or two from them. After wrestling there’s usually a race, Talladega style, anything and everything goes, leaving in their wake a trail of destruction. So far three ornaments have bitten the dust. More than once we have to caution with “Slow down!”

Nic and bugs … like I said, he’s everyone’s friend.

Sonsie

As for Sonsie … our little girl is growing up. She’s getting bigger, longer, and her cute round face is getting pointier. She’s such doll. When she’s not sleeping or playing with Nic and she’s such a rough player I wonder if it might be a good idea to get her a helmet and safety boots. When not playing or sleeping, she takes a keen interest in computers, 3D printing, flower arranging, and what goes on in the outside world.

Stay tuned because day by day Sonsie is growing and getting more confident. I have a funny feeling that she’ll have plenty of adventures and get into quite a few pickles.