Eek, cats getting older

[ailbhe]

Just realised, the cats are about eight and a half years old. We only have another eight or so years of them left. We're about halfway finished with them.

Yuck. Though we might be some of the lucky ones whose cats live to 20 or 22.

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[ailbhe]

Mustard is large and orange and comes here to eat and sleep, though in the past year or so he has also accepted occasional snuggles. He was taught to fight and bite as "play" as a kitten and it took a LOT to train him out of that, and he did end up aggressive for a few years. That was sad. He tolerates toddlerness up to a point and then might scratch - Linnea and Emer have each sustained one small scratch, which was all either of them needed.

Dust is medium-small and tabby; when she was a kitten she looked like a dust bunny. She needs people, any people, and will even tolerate toddlers rubbing her up the wrong way if no other people are offering.

Charcoal is small and mostly-black and incredibly elegant and sophisticated. She definitely lives here, unlike Mustard, who is more of a lodger, but she's aloof and dignified and not inclined to snuggle much, though she will tolerate being stroked respectfully if she's not too busy thinking Deep Thots. She just avoids the children, usually cleverly, so issues and conflicts simply don't arise. We sometimes have to defend her right to eat against Mustard.

Mustard is the most aggressive but he doesn't seem to be Top Cat. Charcoal is above silly politics anyway. Dust is sometimes Top Cat. We can't tell which of them hunts most because it's difficult to tell who brings things in unless we see it happening.